Karen Marie Moning Quotes - Page 11

Don't lose yourself to anger. It's gasoline. You can burn it as fuel, or you can use it to torch everything you care about and end up standing on a scorched battlefield, with everybody dead, even you-only your body doesn't have the good grace to quit breathing

I was a twenty-two-year-old single white female alone in a strange country where my sister had been killed.

Even now, my back was still arched with sensual invitation, my bottom was questing up like a cat in heat, and my every move was supple, sinuous. I was one great big come-hither.

Now you know how I justify my addictions—if I can pay less for it than I would at Wal-Mart, I get to have it.

It seemed Barrons had finally gotten his cake and eaten it too.

I can't help but see myself in them. The Seelie are who I was before my sister died. Pink, pretty, frivolous Mac. The Unseelie are who I've become, carved by loss and despair. Black, grungy, driven Mac.

One day you do meet a man who kisses you and you can’t breathe around it and you realize you don’t need air. Oxygen is trivial. Desire makes life happen. Makes it matter. Makes everything worth it. Desire is life. Hunger to see the next sunrise or sunset. To touch the one you love. To try again.

I'm not good, Mac. Never have been.' What-true confession time? my eyes tease. Don't need it. 'I want what I want and I take it.' Is he warning me? What could he possibly threaten me with now? 'There's nothing I can't live with. Only things I won't live without.

He didn't just occupy space; he saturated it. The room had been full of books before, now it was full of him.

He wasn't handsome. That was too calm a word. He was intensely masculine. He was sexual. He attracted.

Yesterday was a memory. Tomorrow was a hope. Today was another day to live and do one's best to love

Barrons has something the rest of us don't have. I don't know what it is, but I feel it all the time, especially when we're standing close. Beneath the expensive clothes, unplaceable accent, and cultured veneer, there's something that never crawled all the way out of the swamp. It didn't want to. It likes it there.

Pretty girls don't have ugly mouths.

How does it feel, MacKayla? You have a piece of me in your mouth. Would you like another?

Jericho Barrons was my poison now.

Distinguish yourself [...] in an age where girls often make themselves too available to boys, by making him work a little for your attention. He'll think he's won a prize when he gets it, and he'll work that much harder to keep it. Boys turn into men and men put a premium on what's hard to get.

You, Ms. Lane, are a menace to others! A walking, talking catastrophe in pink!

You've been doing something bad since the moment you met me, lass.

Hard. Fast. Deep. When I'm done you'll know you're mine.

How could they let me grow up like that—happy and pink and stupid?

What are you" -Mac "I don't follow" -Jericho "You dropped 30 feet in that warehouse. You should have broken something. What are you?" -Mac "A man with a rope." -Jericho

Jericho Barrons just told me he loves me.

When my faith is getting weak And I feel like giving in You breathe into me again.

If V’lane were a signpost, it would read Abandon All Personal Will, Ye Who Tread Here.

He looked blank. “He’s the one who’s been doing the magic against us?” “Duh,” I said. “Doona be ‘duh’ing me, lass,” he growled, his burr thickening.