Quotes from Maya Banks

No other man will have you

I cannot allow another man to take what I already consider mine.

Here we are, a man and a woman, both wanting the same things, and yet, you aren't attracted to me.

I hope you find what you're looking for," Micah said. "I've already stopped looking," Damon said quietly. "It's kind of hard to look for something you've stopped believing in.

But if I lost you, it would devastate me as nothing else has or ever could. You have so much power over me and that's frightening.

Caelen?" "Aye, lass?" "You were right." "What was I right about?" "Kissing. 'Tis a most wondrous thing." She could sense his smile.

Bad things happen to good people all the time. It sucks. It's not fair but then much of life isn't fair. It's how you live that matters. It's how you deal with the bumps in the road.

There were worse things than death, as she'd discovered. Sometimes living took far more courage. Facing another day. Enduring. Those things took strength. Far more than dying.

Life was sweet. Even when it was bad, there was always the hope of better...the future.

Fantasies were safe. It was a break from reality. A chance to act on desires for a short period of time.

Vulnerability, like he had the power to hurt her or pleasure her in a way no other man could. For the first time, he was uncomfortable with the idea of having complete power over her

How do you maybe hit someone?" Michael drawled. "Okay, so I decked him. At the time he deserved it.

He did and said all the right things. Things that went straight to her heart, and worse, they inspired the one thing that she'd given up along time ago. Hope.

Most of all, I want you to know without a doubt that I've got your back. And your front. And your sides. I've got all of you and I'm not letting go.

Maybe I didn't always know what I was missing, but it was you. Always you.

It's my brothers-Nathan croaked I don't give a fuck if they're your sisters- Swanson said I'll kiss them just the same

Tis a well-known fact that a man is either skilled in matters of loving or matters of war. 'Tis obvious that fighting is your skill.

Love made her patient. It made her hopeful.

You look at me and tell me you think you're some goddamn obligation to me. You look at me and tell me that we're pretending when the connection between us is the most tangible, overpowering thing I've ever felt in my life. If this is pretending, then I damn sure don't want to know what reality is.

Said to Mairin; There's little decency to good loving Maddie said. If 'tis decent, it isn't much fun!

Is there something wrong?" he asked. She gave a short negative motion with her head. And then words, so sweet, like a cool northern breeze blowing off the lake. "You could hold me now." It was almost his undoing. "Ah baby.

Have you ever been torn between two impossibilities and knew in your heart that no matter which way you went or which path you chose that you were doomed to unhappiness?

He'd never get over her. He knew that without hesitation or doubt. He loved her. As deeply as it was possible to love another person. And God, he wanted her. Every day. In hit life. As much a part of him as he would be of her.

I've always wanted to be psychoanalyzed in a den of iniquity.