Quotes from Karen Marie Moning

Kahlil Gibran says Your joy can fill you only as deeply your sorrow has carved you. If you've never tasted bitterness, sweet is just another pleasant flavor on your tongue. One day I'm going to hold a lot of joy.

Bloody hell, she wants respect. Which I'm all about giving. I respect them the entire time they're sharing my bed and I treat them great when they're not, flirting them up, telling them how beautiful they are, while pointing them at the next man to help them get over me.

Self-pity is wasted emotion. It merely prolongs whatever trauma you suffered by keeping it alive in your head. Dude, you survived it. Move on.

There's a fine line between being stupid and knowing you have to test your limits if you want to do any real living at all.

The heart has its own mind, measures its own time, and if it consults with the brain, doesn't always heed the advice. My brain was screaming—stop hurting already. To a deaf audience.

You're mine, Jessica. Do you ken that? Mine.

The only offer/threat that had perked her momentary interest was when he'd shouted that he was going to "toop her 'til her bonny legs fell off.

I'd gazed into the abyss and the abyss had gazed back, just like Daddy always said it would: You want to know about life, Mac? It's simple. Keep watching rainbows, baby. Keep looking at the sky. You find what you look for. If you go hunting good in the world, you'll find it. If you go hunting evil . . . well, don't.

Dude, you gotta hug it with both arms and legs and hold on tight! The present is all we've got. That's why they call it a present!

Some people bring out the worst in you, others bring out the best, and then there are those remarkably rare, addictive ones who just bring out the most. Of everything. They make you feel so alive that you'd follow them straight into hell, just to keep getting your fix.

When do these three days expire?" "That's what really pisses me off. I don't know. He was annoyingly vague." Barrons looked at me, then a faint smile curved his lips, and for a moment I thought he might laugh. "The nerve. Threatening you and not being precise about it." "My sentiments exactly.

Sky above, earth below, fire within.

I resent being cued. It makes me not want to know.

How would it feel, if you cared for such a person, to watch his complete retreat? To see him day in and out, yet never converse again? To know that he could speak to you if he chose to, but won't?

I love books, by the way, more than movies. Movies tell you what to think. A good book lets you choose a few thoughts for yourself.

She knew what she wanted: the best. He knew what he was: the best. They enhanced each other's finest qualities, as true love will.

Regret is poison that kills the soul.

When someone hurts you - and I'm not talking about forgivable offenses, some things are irrevocable and demand recompense-you have two choices: slice them out of your life or slice them into delicious, bloody pieces. While the latter would be infinitely more satisfying in an immediate, animalistic way, it changes you. And, although you think the memory of the battle won will be a please-if it is a pleasure, you've lost the war.

The nights go on waiting for a light that never comes

Lass, doona fear me. No matter what happens, promise me you will not fear me. I am a good man, I vow I am.

We Irish know how to make the most of the times of plenty, for sure enough they'll be famine again.

Mi ez a haslánc? – Úgy t?nt, különösen szereti Å'ket. – Amikor hátulról szeretkezem veled, azzal húzlak közelebb magamhoz, és hatolok még mélyebbre. Kinyitottam, majd becsuktam a szám. Én voltam olyan hülye, hogy megkérdezem.

I always want you, Chloe-lass," he murmured suddenly in a low voice, for her ears only. "There's no' a moment that I doona.

I found it impossible to strive for a goal I couldn't fathom, to re-create a thing of which I'd no knowledge, like a blind man trying to paint a picture of sky and clouds and sun.