Karen Marie Moning Quotes

My heart has jet lag.

The kiss....was not meant to seduce, it was meant to mark a woman's soul. Chloe

You can't go forward if you're looking backward. You run into walls that way.

It‘s funny how, when things seem the darkest, moments of beauty present themselves in the most unexpected places.

He wasn't handsome. That was too calm a word. He was intensely masculine. He was sexual. He attracted.

You, Ms. Lane, are a menace to others! A walking, talking catastrophe in pink!

You can’t give somebody faith. They either got it or they don’t.

Grief shared was grief lessened.

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

What are you" -Mac "I don't follow" -Jericho "You dropped 30 feet in that warehouse. You should have broken something. What are you?" -Mac "A man with a rope." -Jericho

How dare the embodiment of her worst nightmare come packaged as her hottest fantasy?

The wound you refuse to dress is one that will never heal. You gush lifeblood and never even know why. It will make you weak at a critical moment when you need to be strong.

When you were too young and naïve to see the risks, I incurred your wrath to protect you. Scream at me for it if you must. Thank me for it when you finally grow up.

I can see you are a fine lady, but this boy is randy as a goat around you and it's plain to see. If he seeks the joys of wedded bliss, he can wed you. Without a weddin' he'll be havin' no bliss.

Sheep are always looking for a new shepherd when the terrain gets rocky.

Your race devotes itself to justifying its errors, not correcting them

And there you have it...if I knew that I could only have a few nights in that man's arms or nothing, I would take those magic nights and use them to keep me warm for the rest of my life.

I kept it to remind me that although there is evil, there is sometimes beauty and light. You, Jillian. You were always my light.

He is my vulnerability

Sighing dismally, she acknowledged that some things just weren't humanly possible - not even Martha Stewart could fold fitted sheets.

In my experience, anybody besides your mom that feeds you is going to want something in exchange for it.

He had a come-and-get-me-baby-I'm-pure-trouble-and-you're-gonna-love-it kind of attitude.

A lamb in a city of wolves.

I said breathe. Not do a fish-out of-water imitation.

Friends don’t build cages for each other.

The single greatest advantage anyone can take into any battle is hope.

Is anyone who's supposed to be dead actually dead?

All those 'bloodys' was a veritable cornucopia of emotion for Barrons.

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.

Silence isn't golden, it's deadly. It's a vacuum that fills up with ghosts.

Do your thing, Ms. Lane. you might be criminally young, but the night is not.

If he was winter, I was summer. If I was sunshine, he was night. A dark and stormy one.

Moth to a flame I follow.

He knows what I'm thinking. Always. We're connected. The atoms between us ferry messages back and forth.

Got to love a dude that says things like "kinetic" and "detritus.

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

If you are not with me, you are against me. I have no mercy for my enemies.

As he closed the door he said over his shoulder, "Because you're a good lass." A heavy sigh. "And I'm no' a good man.

The inspector ate only two of my tiny sandwiches: the first because he hadnt expected it to taste so awful; the second, I think, because hed thought surely the first must have been a mistake.

You need me as much as I need you. That makes us equal partners in my book. Well, your book is just wrong.

Barrons: "He got upset it wouldn't shut up and tore its head off." Mac: "The child?" I gasped

Fire isn’t good or bad. It just burns.

When my faith is getting weak And I feel like giving in You breathe into me again.

Safety is a fence, and fences are for sheep.

For the record, Irish," he informed her tightly, just in case she got the wrong idea, "I kneel to no one.

My philosophy is pretty simple – any day nobody’s trying to kill me is a good day in my book.

Bring it on, Tinker Bell.

Barrons’ lips twitched. I’d almost made him smile. Barrons smiles about as often as the sun comes out in Dublin, and it has the same effect on me; makes me feel warm and stupid.

We have to save the world," I reminded him. He reached for me. "The world can wait. I can't.

Will an hour be enough?” An hour implied that I needed a lot of help. “I’ll see what I can do,” I said coolly. I was ready in twenty minutes.