Quotes from Karen Marie Moning

Is there anything love couldn't make us do? --MARTIAL, C.E. C.40-104

Whether he knew it or not, it was her Drustan, damn it all, just a month and five centuries younger.

if you're making sense, you've just unmade confusion.

I'd teach them to read and to dream and to look at the stars and wonder. I'd teach them the value of imagination. I'd teach them to play every bit as hard as they worked. And I'd teach them that all the brains in the world can't compensate for love.

Okyanus ciÄŸerlerine kadar su doldurduÄŸu insanlar için özür diler mi?

I think dating courtesies are common courtesies that should be practiced in most all civilized encounters. I pine for the days of good, old-fashioned manners.

Yes, I have loved, Ms. Lane, and although it's none of your business, I have lost. Many things.

Now it's not just my lip you'll be needing to kiss if you're wishing to make amends with me, Irish.

Love is funny. Even though you don't have that person anymore, you still have the feeling. You didn't lose your LOVE. You lost the tangible, tactile, sense-sational ability to experience the person or animal you lost.

You can't go forward if you're looking backward, Mac, Daddy always said. You run into walls that way.

You got me a birthday cake. It was pink. I smashed it into the ceiling.

I felt like a child plucking daisy petals: I trust him, I trust him not, I trust him, I trust him not.

I go inside my head and become that other me, the one I don't tell anybody about. The observer... I live in terror that one day I won't get to be Dani again.

People had to want to stay, choose to be with you, or it meant nothing. There were physical cages and there were emotional ones. Holding onto someone too tightly made it hard for them to breathe, and eventually, inevitably, they'd do one of two things: suffocate or run, leaving you feeling like hell either way.

At the very last moment, just before its lips claimed hers, its grip on her face relaxed slightly and she did the only thing she could think of: She head-butted it. Snapped her head back, then forward again, and bashed it square in the face as hard as she could. So hard, in fact, that it made her woozy and gave her an instant migraine, making her wonder how Jean-Claude Van Damme always managed to coolly continue fighting after such a stunt. Obviously, movies lied.

How do you kill a vampire?"-Mac "Hope hes not"-Barrons

By the time you work your way down the hierarchy to a brunette, you got yourself a woman who knows who she is, likes it enough that she ain't gonna change, and is probably gonna try to change you, if push comes to shove. Pushy, that's what brunettes are. Even the dainty, fragile-looking ones.

Don't bother trying to guilt me. Ask my other. It doesn't work.

There are moments in my life when I feel like I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be, doing exactly what I'm supposed to do. I pay attention to them. They're my cosmic landmarks, letting me know I'm on the right path. Now that I'm older and can look back and see where I missed a turn here and there, and know the price I paid for those oversights, I try to look sharper at the present.

He said love is the willingness to put the happiness and evolution of the person you love before your own. Even if it means giving them up.

Finally, he knew the kind of loving that made two one and understood Jane was his world. His ocean, his country, his sun, his rain, his very heart.

I can either be a victim—or a winner. Fuck victimhood. I don't wear it well; it clashes with my wardrobe. I'm ready. Only one of us is getting out alive. It's going to be me.

Because I know a priceless truth: when someone has done everything in their power to mangle your wings beyond recognition, to slice them to shreds so that they can never be used, there is only one way to win. Fly.

In that you're wrong. I choose, I adhere, I pursue, I commit, I attain. That - that, my errant friend - is an absolute." - Hawk