Quotes from Karen Marie Moning

He sucked in a harsh breath and was silent a long while, relishing her words. "Ah, Gwen, my lovely wee Gwen, I thought I might ne'er hear such words." He lifted her hair away from her face and kissed her temple tenderly. "I love you. I adore you. I will cherish you all the days of my life," he vowed. "I knew even back in your century that you were the one for me, the one I'd longed for all my life.

Yet only abominations stalk, shamble, hulk, and scrabble through the Winter courtyard, most missing limbs, some split wide open like overripe, weeping plums, others turned inside out, wearing entrails for skin, blind eyes, deaf ears, and silenced mouths cocooned within, lying in raw, oozing heaps on the ground.

One thing I do know is things can always get worse, most often at the precise moment you've decided they can't.

Strong enough that I was no longer afraid to be gentle. Powerful enough that I could be vulnerable. Scarred enough that I could understand and

Do I, lass? Do I tempt you?

So"--he gestured impatiently--"when will you marry him?" "Who?" She seethed, plucking at the folds of her gown. Clouds passed over the moon, momentarily obscuring him from her view. His eerily disembodied voice was mildly reproaching. "Try to follow the conversation, lass. Quinn." "By Odin's shaft--" "Spear," he corrected with a hint of amusement in his voice.

Gibraltar hadn't thought that even his cosseted Jillian could pout, sulk, and be nasty for three solid weeks. She could.

She scowled as the possibility occurred to her that she'd actually made herself ill merely by planning to pretend she was.

A dutiful soldier, I retreated to the ditches as ordered and hunkered down there. In those ditches, I had an epiphany. People treat you as badly as you let them treat you.

Jillian gave him the most dazzling smile she could muster and placed her fist to her heart. "And the daughter wed the lion king," she said clearly.

Benim rotam, üstüme yaÄŸan tüm bu yaÄŸmurda peçeteden yap?lm?? bir ÅŸemsiye kadar kullan??l?.

I hate cages. For most folks, they're built from fear and they do it to themselves. Not me. Mine were forged of helplessness. Most kids' are.

When you treated things badly, things behaved badly.

It's hard to talk to you when I'm touching you.

Evil, good, create, destroy. Puny minds. Puny caves. Time, MacKayla. Time absolves. "Time does not define the act. Time is impartial; it neither condemns nor absolves. The action contains intent, and intent is where the definition lies.

Hi Mega. "Hi Dancer," I whispered. I love you. "I love you, too.

Words can be twisted into any shape. Promises can be made to lull the heart and seduce the soul. In the final analysis words mean nothing. They are labels we give things in an effort to wrap our puny little brains around their underlying natures, when ninety-nine percent of the time the totality of the reality is an entirely different beast. The wisest man is the silent one. Examine his actions. Judge him by them. He thinks you have the heart of a warrior. He believes in you. Believe in him.

Reflecting on something that hurts you only prolongs your pain, and when death is involved, the pain is often compounded by a relentless sense of guilt that attacks the moment you start to heal, as if duration of grief somehow proves the depth of your love for the person you lost.

For a moment there he hadn't looked dark, forbidding, and cold, but dark, forbidding, and Ã¢â'¬Â¦ warm. In fact, when he'd laughed he'd looked Ã¢â'¬Â¦ well Ã¢â'¬Â¦ kind of hot.

I'm usually so excited by the life I'm living I forget to take pictures.

You were something to see, he didn't say. You were something to feel, I didn't reply.

I despised the world because I used to know who I was, and I used to be good, with no bad in me, or at least that's what I thought and there really is a degree of bliss and charmed innocence in ignorance.

I want results and I know how to get them. He's always telling me to ask. Tonight I'm asking.

from The Collected Works of Kahlil Gibran. Your children are not your children, They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself. They come through you but not from you, And though they are with you yet they belong not to you. You may give them your love but not your thoughts. You may house their bodies but not their souls, For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, Which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.