Karen Marie Moning Quotes (185 Quotes)

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

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

Basque and Celt. Criminals and barbarians. I didn't think there could be a more primitive pairing of genes.

I wondered what one wore to visit a vampire. The chic red sweater set didn't go so well with my darker hair, and I was afraid it might be construed as a flirtatious invitation to color me bloodier.

Woman, you are a thousand kinds of fool.

Life's not linear at all. It happens in lighting flashes. So fast you don't see those lay-you-out cold moments coming at you until you're Wile E. Coyote, steamrolled flat as a pancake by the Road Runner, victim of your own elaborate schemes.

Driving a hot car is a lot like sex to me, or a lot like I keep thinking sex should be: A total body experience, overwhelming, to all the senses, taking you places you've never been, packing a punch that leaves you breathless and touches your soul. The Viper was way more satisfying then my last boyfriend.

Truth hurts. But lies can kill.

His eyes bore into mine. He watches every nuance, every detail of every expression, as if his existence depends on it. He fucks with the single-minded devotion of a dying man hunting God.

Most people are good and occasionally do something they know is bad. Some people are bad and struggle every day to keep it under control. Others are corrupt to the core and donÆt give a damn, as long as they donÆt get caught. But evil is a completely different creature, Mac. Evil is bad that believes itÆs good.

The battle had been invisible to the naked eye, but the hardest ones are.

Goor or evil, right or wrong, he mattered to me.

Mom raised us to believe that every lie puts something out there in the world that's inevitably going to come back and bite you in the petunia.

Beautiful women rarely possess sufficient depth of character to survive without their pretty feathers.

I'd never been turned on by the Ken dollùeven before I looked down his pants and saw what was missing

You never knew what you could get away with until you tried.

Names are illusions,ö he growled. ôNonsensical labels seized upon by people to make them feel better about the intangibility of their puny existences. I am this. I am that,ö he mocked. ôI came from so and so. Ergo I am à whatever the blah-blah you want to claim. Bloody hell, spare me.

He made a lousy passenger, barking instructions I ignored

What is the greater good but tyrannyÆs chameleon?

I always thought fainting showed an inherent weakness of character, but I understood it now. It was an act of self-preservation. Confronted by emotion too extreme to handle, the body shuts down to keep from running around like a chicken with its head cut off, potentially injuring itself.

My world we humans weÆre just pawns on an immortal chessboard.

The four Keltar Druids brought their wives and children. They breed like it's their personal mission to populate their country in case somebody attacks again, as if anybody wants the bloody place.

He goes for stark versus accessorized, dark over bright, jewel tone instead of pastel, carnal over flirty.

Nuns? They'd take one look at Barrons and decide the devil himself had come knockng. He not only looked dangerous, he emanated something that made even me feel like crossing myself sometimes, and I'm not religious.

Being threatened seems to being out the worst in me.

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

You want to believe in black and white, good and evil, heroes that are truly heroic, villains that are just plain bad, but I've learned in the past year that things are rarely so simple. The good guys can do some truly awful things, and the bad guys can sometimes surprise the heck out of you.

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

He was still frowning at the cake, looking at it as if he expected it to sprout dozens of legs and begin scuttling toward him, thin-lipped, teeth bared.

What the feck?ö Dani snapped when I answered. ôYou sleep like the fecking dead up there! I been calling you for five fecking minutes!

I can't help but see myself in them. The Seelie are who I was before my sister died. Pink, pretty, frivolous Mac. The Unseelie are who I've become, carved by loss and despair. Black, grungy, driven Mac.

Never underestimate a well-dressed bimbo. The real thinkers of the world arenÆt the best dressed. Staying on top of the latestfashions, accessorizing, and presenting oneself is time consuming. It takes a lot of effort, energy, and concentration to be incessantly happy and perfectly groomed. You meet somebody like thatùask yourself what theyÆre running from.

The illusions it had woven for me had taken place only in my head. The battle had been invisible to the naked eye, but the hard ones are.

His coworker was velvety-skinned, a sexy boy-on-the-cusp-of man.

Oh, drop the act, Tinkerbell, and get rid of my problem. Then we'll talk.

Don't accuse me of being morbid when I'm merely the product of a culture that buries the bones of the ones they love in pretty, manicured flower gardens so they can keep them nearby and go talk to them whenever they feel troubled or depressed. That's morbid. Not to mention bizarre. Dogs bury bones, too.

If he were any other man, I might have suspected him of substance abuse, of being coked up or something. But Barrons was too much a purist for that; his drugs were money, power, and control

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

One of the primary tenets of the course was that highly successful leaders kept journals, morning and night, in order to stay tightly focused on their goals.

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

When Barrons looks at me like that, it rattles me. Lust, in those ancient, obsidian eyes, offers no trace of humanity. DoesnÆt even bother trying. Savage Mac wants to invite it to come out and play. I think sheÆs nuts. Nuts, I tell you.

I get it the whole idea of willingly going to hell for someone. Living there insane if you have to because youÆd rather be insane with them than endure life without them.

Never underestimate a well-dressed bimbo.

The real thinkers of the world aren't the best dressed. Staying on top of the latest fashions, accessorizing, and presenting oneself is time consuming. It takes a lot of effort, energy and concentration to be incessantly happy and perfectly groomed. You meet somebody like that- ask yourself what they're running from.

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

Hope is a critical thing. Whithout it, we are nothing. Hope shapes will. The will shapes the world.

Omnipotent not omniscient. We are frequently blinded by how much we see.

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.

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

And you can tell Darroc that Ms. Lane is mine. If he wants her, he can bloody well come and get her