Karen Marie Moning Quotes (185 Quotes)

Anyone worth knowing breaks once. Once. No shame, no foul if you survive it. You did.

I didn't say, You are such a stuffy asshole. And he didn't say, If you ever burn one of my quarter-of-a-million dollar rugs again I'll take it out of your hide, and I didn't say, Oh, honey, wouldn't you like to? And he didn't say Grow up, Ms. Lane, I don't take little girls to my bed, and I didn't say I wouldn't go there if it was the only safe place from the Lord Master in all of Dublin.

One day you will kiss a man you can't breathe without, and find that breath is of little consequence.

Gazelles didn't lie down with lions, at least not unbloodied and alive.

It's often only in the lies we refuse to speak that any truth can be heard at all.

Four: If you try to force yourself into my head, I will force myself into your pants.

Revenge. They took too much. You give up and die, or learn how to take back.

I think dating courtesies are common courtesies that should be practiced in most all civilized encounters. I pine for the days of good, old-fashioned manners.

Accept me or kill me MacKayla. But choose. Fucking Choose.

I know part of what turns me on so hard, makes me so violent with lust, is that he's dangerous. I fell for the bad guy. I'm crazy about the one who's trouble. The alpha that doesn't play well with others and doesn't take orders from anyone.

Nothing else matters. Never will. You exist in a place that is beyond all rules for me. Do you understand that?

Try a rocket launcher. Think maybe you could manage to hit me with that?

Barrons has something the rest of us don't have. I don't know what it is, but I feel it all the time, especially when we're standing close. Beneath the expensive clothes, unplaceable accent, and cultured veneer, there's something that never crawled all the way out of the swamp. It didn't want to. It likes it there.

I don't believe Barrons is out to destroy mankind. I don't think he particularly cares much for mankind, but I don't think he has any deep-seated desire to see us all wiped out.

Sometimes the small pleasures in life are the sweetest.

He didn't just occupy space; he saturated it. The room had been full of books before, now it was full of him.

It's what you choose to believe that makes you the person you are.

Good and evil are merely opposite sides of a coin. Get tossed in the air enough, it's easy to come down on the wrong side.

Strength wasnæt about being able to do everything alone. Strength was knowing when to ask for help and not being too proud to do it.

I think sex with him might undo my essential cellular cohesion.

Almost only counts in hand grenades and horseshoes.

I must be dreaming. Bring that sweet ass over here and I'll show you what God made women and well-hung Scotsmen for.

On the lips of my enemy, my sisterÆs lover, my loverÆs killer, I taste the punishment I deserve. I taste oblivion.

Unpredictable as a hungry lion, he might be feared by everyone else, but he never ripped out my throat, only licked me, and, if his tongue was a little rough sometimes, it was worth it to walk beside the king of the jungle.

Barrons, Jericho: I haven't the faintest fecking clue. He keeps saving my life. I suppose that's something.

I hope when I'm ninety-five the only things I want are free: love, family, a good home-cooked meal.

The wisest man is the silent one. Examine his actions. Judge him by them.

He just didn't look like the kind of creep that would messily murder a woman in her hotel room; he looked like the kind of creep that could line her up in the sights of an assassins rifle without a shred of emotion.

Last night you said you wanted to know what to expect so you could better select your attire. I told you we were going to visit a vampire in a Goth-den tonight. Why, then, Ms. Lane, do you look like a perky rainbow?

He is in my soul and i am in his, and we are in bed but we are in a desert, and i do not know where he begins and i end - Mac

The kind of person that thanks another person never survives. Have you learned nothing?

I was adrift in a sea of questions and if answers were lifeboats, I was in imminent danger of drowning.

As he fills me, I wonder ifùin the same way that sex makes its own unique perfumeùwe donÆt really ômakeö love. As in create, manufacture, evoke an independent element in the air around us, and if enough of us did it really well, for real, not just for the hell of it, we could change the world. Because when heÆs in me, I feel the space around us changing, charging, and it seems to set off some kind of feedback loop, where the more he touches me, the more I need him to.

I wasn't prepared for death. Nobody is. You lose someone you love more than you love yourself, and you get a crash course in mortality. You lie awake night after night, wondering if you really believe in heaven and hell and finding all kinds of reasons to cling to faith, because you can't bear to believe they aren't out there somewhere, a few whispered words of a prayer away.

One day you do meet a man who kisses you and you canÆt breathe around it and you realize you donÆt need air. Oxygen is trivial. Desire makes life happen. Makes it matter. Makes everything worth it. Desire is life. Hunger to see the next sunrise or sunset. To touch the one you love. To try again.

We are not perfect. What god is Examine yours. According to your mythos he was so disappointed with his initial efforts creating your race that he tried again. At least we imprisoned our mistakes. Your god permits his to roam free. At a mere few thousand years old your creation myths are far more absurd than ours.

Being nearly naked around Barrons felt a lot like going to a shark convention lightly basted in blood.

I looked from one to the other, and realized that Barrons and my dad were having one of those wordless conversations he and I have from time to time. Though the language was, by nature, foreign to me, I grew up in the Deep South where a man's ego is roughly the size of his pickup truck, and women get an early and interesting education in the not-so-subtle roar of testosterone.

There are only shades of gray. Black and white are nothing more than lofty ideals in our minds, the standards by which we try to judge things, and map out our place in the world in relevance to them.

He was on me before my brain processed the fact that he was coming for me.

Lose the pessimism, Ms. Lane. It's a self-fulfilling prophecy.

I am a kite in a tornado, but I have a long string.

Walk out of this with your parents, the stones, and Darroc dead, Ms. Lane, and Iæll give you the bloody thing.

I was nothing if not determined; at least twice a week I would wear bright, pretty clothes. I was afraid if I didnÆt, IÆd forget who I was. IÆd turn into what I felt like: a grungy, weapon-bearing, pissy, resentful vengeance-hungry bitch.

Christian : You two gonna stand there fucking each other with your eyes all night, or can we get on with it ?

If I'm a little girl, then that makes you a serious pervert.

Pretty girl and all. Asking. Gotta love that. Stuff of heroes. Don't get the role too often.

When he kisses me again, the last part of me that could stand myself dies.

But it seems Ive got this set of scales inside me that I never used to have, or at least I wasnt aware of, and I cant shake the feeling that if I dont try to keep them balanced, Ill lose something I wont be able to get back.

I see God in a sunrise, not in repetitious ritual.