Quotes from Karen Marie Moning

I have enormous respect for our military men and women, the everyday heroes who provide the security the rest of us enjoy. I don't like them in front of that door.

She had an inner fire that begged provoking, just for the pleasure of watching it burn. Right.

This close to him I must bite my tongue to prevent myself from moaning with need. This close to him I feel like an animal.

Confronted by something she couldn't explain, she pretended it wasn't there. Dude, ostrich much?

Wishes aren't horses and I don't get to ride.

Chicks. Christ. They just don't get it sometimes.

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. Grief is all about not being able to touch anymore. Not being able to use your senses to experience them on a physical level. They've moved beyond an impenetrable veil, beyond your hands and mouth and eyes.

Women fight differently from men. You couldn't get me to hurt a woman's breasts for anything. I know how tender my own are when I'm PMSing. Besides, we feed babies with them.

I'd have given him a gift, only to snatch it away again, and counter to mainstream cliché, for some of us it's kinder to never have a thing at all than to have it and lose it. Some of us love too hard. Some of us don't seem to be able to hold that vital piece of ourselves back.

Flames of another kind. Hellfire. You will believe you canna possibly endure the agony.

Because you still believe you can have everything, his dark eyes say. You can't. We have nothing. Only the current moment. Once you understand that, you know what's sacred and not, and never lose sight of it again.

These resemble no chicken fingers I've ever seen, lass. And I saw a fair amount of chickens in my day. There was this wench in the stables with the most remarkable . . . well, never mind that. You must grow fowl considerably larger now. I shudder to ponder the size of their beaks.

You like me." "I do not," she lied. "But I didn't mean to hurt your feelings." He was undaunted. "Aye, you like me, lass. I can tell. You called me by my given name and you are frowning, with dewy eyes. I forgive you for being cruel and thoughtless.

Once, he told them the truth. Chiseled a single commandment upon a slab of stone: That is how to live: in the choosing. There are no rules but those you make for yourself. The man to whom he'd entrusted the tablet promptly shattered it, chiseled ten precise commands upon two stone slabs and carried them down a mountain with the pomp and circumstance of a prophet. Religious wars ravaged that world ever since.

Problem is, I want to make breaking up Jo and Ryodan number one on my list, which is stupid because there's nothing but personal satisfaction I'd gain from it, and while I'm all about personal satisfaction, I'm beginning to see a pattern: jumping on the short-term-gratification train always seems to wreck me off the rails somehow.

Whether I see the Fae, or whether I'm a man. I believe I've laid your mind to rest on the former; shall I relieve it on the latter?" He reached for his belt.

It was possible to love someone who was completely wrong for you. You could waste your entire life loving that person, doing enormous damage to each other and the world around you.

I don't fetch for humans!" But I'd cut the fucking moon out of the sky for her.

A gondolat ereje sokkal nagyobb, mint azt az emberek többsége hinné.

We justify our heartless calls by our commitment to one day defeat all our enemies so the people can live the remainder of their days in peace and prosperity. We've become politicians.

I don't know what I can and can't do, Cruce, but I will learn, and quickly, and if you make me learn the hard way, I'll turn every bit of it against you. I can be the sheepdog that walks at your side, or I can be the wolf you don't want living in your backyard. The powerful, hungry, savage, and pissed-off wolf, and I promise you, I will delight in destroying your backyard. I have a long memory and few scruples left. It's your call, babe.

The walls between Man and Faery are coming down.

one must break with one's past to embrace one's future. It is never an easy thing to do. It is one of the distinguishing characteristics between survivors and victims. Letting go of what was, to survive what is.

Through the annals of history, women have paid a price for protection. One day, I won't have to.