Quotes from Melissa Marr

This world is yours.

Life Is to short to read book I am not enjoying

She was his only anchor in a sea of madness.

What do the dead need?" "Prayers, tea, and a little bit of whiskey." then seventeen-year-old Rebekkah answered, "They need nourishment." "Memories, Love, Letting go," Maylene added.

Do you like it?" Bananach whispered. "How they want to eat you alive? You took away the last king's mortal. You make the new king mourn for both his mortals.

Sometimes the worst monsters hide in plain sight, dressed like regular men.

One hundred eighty days, Aislinn. Seth's been gone for one hundred eighty days, and I've watched you try to pretend it doesn't hurt for every one of them. Can't I try to make you happy?

In the end mortals always expired before faeries. They were such finite creatures. Their first heartbeat and memory were but a blink from death.

The dangerous undertone that she'd heard in his voice earlier was nowhere to be heard now, but what was there instead—raw honesty—was even more tempting.

Creative vision creates art"—he motioned around the gallery—"that shows the rest of the world a new angle. That's a beautiful thing.

I love you," he said. Icicles formed on his skin as she stared at him for several heartbeats. "Do you suppose that changes anything?" "I want it to." He knelt at her feet, but didn't even dare touch her hand. "Don, I want it to meant everything. It should.

The devil didn't tempt with easy rewards; he tempted with the things one wanted the most.

I reckon we all have to play different parts for different people. Sometimes I think the only time we can really be ourselves is when we're all alone with nobody to disappoint.

Some people worked well with daily discipline, but she'd always been more of a need-a-deadline or consumed-by-vision artist.

Sometimes there's power in the act; sometimes there's strength in words

Her mind flashed odd images—sharks swimming toward her, cars careening out of control in her path, fangs sinking into her skin, shadowy wings curling around her in a caress. Somewhere in her mind she knew she needed to step away from him, but she didn't, couldn't. She'd felt the same way when she'd first seen him: like she'd follow him wherever he wanted. It wasn't a feeling she liked. Irial

Absently, she wondered if finding one's place in the world always felt like this, as if an audible click could be heard

watching the stars appear in the sky. It was one of her favorite times of day, when the colors that streaked across the sky faded. Things were neither bright nor dark, but caught somewhere between. That was how life had felt for so long: it could get better or worse

What only a wise person realized was that the strongest of women sometimes simply needed to have someone else make the decisions for them behind closed doors. Not always. Not every day. Sometimes.

Being home always made her feel like she was walking on a high wire, waiting for a gust of wind to knock her to the ground. The

Damn, Gabriel. I didn't touch her." "Your lips were on hers. That's touching," Gabriel growled. [...] "I am the Gabriel. I run this pack, and if any of them" –he looked past her to the Hound on the floor– "want to challenge me over you,all they need to is say the word." The Hound on the floor spoke up. "I turned her down." "Not because she lacks anything," Gabriel growled.

There was nothing wrong with progress, with the evolution of a society, with developments in technology, but when avarice directed progress, the natural order of a community was destroyed.

An armed fool could be more dangerous than an experienced shooter.

Never more in my life." He held out a hand again. "Rest now, Ani. Even potential murderesses need their sleep.