Karen Marie Moning Quotes

Women have been repeating the same mistake since time began: falling for a man’s potential. We rarely see it the same way, and even more rarely care to achieve it.

Think you two puny Druids can hold this keep for a single night?

Get back on the bike and tell me where to go." "I'll tell you where to go," I muttered sourly, and he laughed.

Superglue after duct tape a girl's best friend.

Oh, please," I rolled my eyes, "You're a leftie, Barrons." "Touche, Ms. Lane," he murmured.

Like sheep, sidhe-seers herd by nature, until you *want* them to go somewhere. Then they're all fluffy bottoms and broken.

You were firing questions at me today, trying to get inside my head. You asked if I believe in God. I told you of course I do - I've always had a strong sense of self

I'd turn and run but I'm anchored by two dudes that could hold the Titanic during a tsunami.

This isn't what I wanted. This isn't what I would have chosen. You must know that. It's important you know that.

I hope they change my drugs soon. Whatever I'm on isn't working.

But then we so rarely understand the value of what we possess until it's gone.

I'm here. You're safe now. It's okay to remember. They can never hurt you again.

Life is not black and white. The closes we ever get to either of those colors is wearing them.

Air ye deaf, lass?" I think. He might have called me a hairy jackass

Like is an emotion. Emotions”—he raised a hand, made a fist, clenched it tightly—“are like holding water. You open your hand, there’s nothing there. Better to be a weapon than a woman.

Safety is a fence, and fences are for sheep. I would rather die at twenty-two, knowing the truth, then live in a cage of lies for a hundred years.

All I need is a badly mangled, irate sentence stalking me.

people were just out of control! . . . They've all got cell phones stuck to their ears and yet I've never seen such distance between people trying so hard to be close.

There are a few absolute no-brainer rules in my world. Real close to the top of this list is: if an Unseelie prince runs from it, I'm going to run from it, too. [said Dani]

Sometimes the small pleasures in life are the sweetest.

She's too young. Too innocent. Too human. For what I'm becoming.

You believe in God? Dude. Only God could have created physics.

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.

It seemed Barrons had finally gotten his cake and eaten it too.

Pretty girls don't have ugly mouths.

Yesterday was a memory. Tomorrow was a hope. Today was another day to live and do one's best to love

I have your word?” “You trust my word?” “You’re an idealistic fool. Of course.

I want you to go to the Ancient Languages Department at Trinity College tomorrow morning, Ms.Lane.

What are you Barrons?” “The one who will never let you die, and that’s more, Ms Lane, than anyone in your life has been able to say to you. More than anyone else can do

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

Jericho." "Mac." "Thank you for saving my life. Again.

For what other reason would you have me save you? Because I like you? Better to be useful than liked.

Punch me." "Don't be absurd." "Come on, punch me, Barrons." "I'm not punching you." "I said, punch--OW!" He decked me.

A wing or a thigh? Ah, I'm afraid we don't have any thighs left.

How does it feel, MacKayla? You have a piece of me in your mouth. Would you like another?

He looked as if he'd stepped straight off the cover of one of those romance novels she ordered from Amazon.com so she didn't have to be embarassed by some supercilious male clerk in the bookstore.

Now you know how I justify my addictions—if I can pay less for it than I would at Wal-Mart, I get to have it.

Even now, my back was still arched with sensual invitation, my bottom was questing up like a cat in heat, and my every move was supple, sinuous. I was one great big come-hither.

I was a twenty-two-year-old single white female alone in a strange country where my sister had been killed.

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

Hard. Fast. Deep. When I'm done you'll know you're mine.

You've been doing something bad since the moment you met me, lass.

What are you? A man with a rope? Ha-ha.

Okay, Barrons, it's time." "I am not helping you shave your legs." he said instantly. "Oh please. As if I'd let you.

It's a strange new world out there and the rules have changed: It's every princess for herself.

Oh ye of little faith. Not for IYD... But you didn't even try.

You hated my rainbows, now you don't like my leather. Is there anything you like on me?

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

Home, Ms. Lane?” His deep voice was gently amused. “I have to call it something,” I said morosely. “They say home is where the heart is. I think mine’s satin-lined and six feet under.

There are three floors beneath the garage? Why on earth?" -Mac