Quotes from Karen Marie Moning

Failure is always new information, and those who are willing to suffer it repeatedly make it a stepping-stone to success.

Yesterday was a memory. Today was a hope.

Seni öldürmeye çal??acaklar.'' ''?yi ki öldürülmem zor.'' Beni tek bir ÅŸey ilgilendiriyordu. ''Ya sen?'' ''Asla.Ben daima koruyaca??m seni.Ä°htiyac?n olduÄŸu her an seni becerip kendine getireceÄŸim.Ölmene asla izin vermeyeceÄŸim.

I love re-creating myself. Change means you get to choose again. Become something new. -Dani

My world we humans we're just pawns on an immortal chessboard.

You're distressing Dani. No one distresses Dani but me.

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

Fact: you can never know another person completely. Fact: you are born alone and die alone. Fact: there is no such thing as safety. Only vigilance, determination to survive, and a willingness to be ruthless about it. Fact: love is not perfect. Fact: neither am I.

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

Get your own fashion adviser," Barrons growled. "Maybe I decided I like your style." "Maybe you thought if you were more like me, she'd fuck you, too.

I want this world. I want you.

We fuck up. Over and over. And we get back up and try to do better. That's all any of us do.

You can't change an unpleasant reality if you won't acknowledge it, Mac. You can only control what you're willing to face. Truth hurts. But lies can kill.

So what's the big picture about our lust for sex? We're not trying to acquire something. We want to feel something: Alive. Electrically, intensely, blazingly alive. Good. Bad. Pleasure. Pain. Bring it on--all of it. For people who live small, I guess enough of that can be found in sex. But for those of us who live large, the most alive we ever feel is when we're punching air with a fist, uncurling our middle finger with a cool smile, and flipping Death the big old bird.

You can discover just as much from what people don't say to you, as what they do. It's not enough to listen to their words. You have to mine their silences for buried ore. It's often only in the lies we refuse to speak that any truth can be heard at all.

Love can grown among the rocks and thorns of life.

Choose the men you take to your bed by these criteria: they see the finest in you, enhance and defend it. When you fuck a man you are giving him A. Motherfucking. Gift. Be certain he deserves it. And bloody hell, don't have one-night stands. Commit to the action. Make it matter. Feel it and ride it all the way through.

Fuck, I think. Just that. A multitude of various fucks all in one great big clusterfuck. As in: I am fucked if I want this Ã¢â'¬Â¦ this Ã¢â'¬Â¦ newborn imbecile. And she is so fucked if I take her. And fuck if I'm going to walk away.

The White Mansion isn't boring, lass. Never boring. It's the grand demesne the Unseelie King built for his concubine. It's a living, breathing love story, testament to the brightest passion that ever burned between our races. You can follow the scenes through if you've time enough and are willing to risk getting lost for a few centuries.

Could words and symbols wield such power? Could mere scribblings on parchment unmake a person's moral fiber? Weren't we made of sterner stuff?

Fine. Okay. I killed her. But I didn't mean to. And I didn't kill her, kill her." "Oh, I see. As long as you didn't kill her, kill her, then that's okay.

Ah, ka-lyrra, I look at you and you make me want to live a man's life with you. To wake with you and sleep with you, argue with you and make love with you, to get a silly human job and take walks in the park and live so tiny beneath such a vast sky. But I will never stay with another human woman and water her die. Never. --FROM THE (GREATLY REVISED) BLACK EDITION OF THE O'CALLAGHAN Book of the Sin Siriche Du

Fear and doubt are major stampeders.

The running pants were tolerable, Drustan decided, relieved. The blue trews had clearly been a torture device and would have strangled a man's seed. Mayhap men were fashioned differently in her time. He hadn't seen one other bulge out there on the street; mayhap they all had wee carrots in their trews.