Quotes from Karen Marie Moning

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

If V'lane were a signpost, it would read Abandon All Personal Will, Ye Who Tread Here.

Feelings, emotions - they are neither right nor wrong. They cannot be assigned a value. Feelings *are*. By labeling a feeling wrong, you force yourself to ignore that feeling. And what you most need is to feel it, let it burn through you, then get on with life.

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

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

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

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.

Fire to my ice. Ice to my fever.

There are more balls in twenty feet of street here then there are in all of Dublin, and I'm proud to be swaying in the nut sack.

Leave it alone, I'm handling this," Barrons told Ryodan. "I suggest you do a better job." "And I suggest you go fuck yourself.

Friends don't build cages for each other.

You exist in a place that is beyond all rules for me. Do you understand that? - JZB

Don't celebrate yet, Ms. Lane. Don't believe anything is dead until you've burned it, poked around in its ashes, and then waited a day or two to see if anything rises from them.

A lamb in a city of wolves.

She's my baby girl, Quinn. I want love for her. Real love. The kind that makes a man crazy inside. -Gibraltar to Quinn

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

I wake up wating you. I fall asleep wanting you. I watch a magnificent sunrise and can think only of sharing it with you. I glimpse a piece of amver and see your eyes. Jillian, I've caught a disease, and the fever abates only when I'm near you.

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.

What is trust, sidhe-seer, but expectation that another will behave in a certain fashion, consistent with prior actions?

You're early." I give him a mutinous look. Of course he thinks my being early is about him. It's not. Mac was at Chester's last night at eight. I think she's hunting me. Since I can't be late to avoid her, I have to be early. "Watch broke. Thought I was on time." "You don't wear a watch." "See? I knew I had a problem. I'll just dash out and get one. Be back tomorrow. On time.

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

You think you're going to chain me to a wall then stand here and tell me why it's okay that I am the way I am? That because of all the crap folks put me through when I was young it's all right that I turned out like this? Dude, I don't have a problem with how I turned out. I like me.

You can't save people from themselves. You can only try to wake them up.

Let me be your anchor. I'll never let you be lost again.