Laurell K. Hamilton Quotes

Remember your personal demons should be afraid of you, because you are their home, their food, and as you heal, their executioner.

There are wounds that never show on the body that are deeper and more hurtful than anything that bleeds.

Walking your path doesn't mean you don't hurt, it means the pain is worth the progress. Sometimes you have to break something down in order to remake it, and that includes yourself, or it did for me. There were moments when I wept for an easier road, but in the end I would not trade my path for anyone else's. It is mine and the traveling of it has made me who I am, and continues to shape and remold me into the best, happiest, most productive, most playful me, I've ever been.

My father had taught me to be nice first, because you can always be mean later, but once you've been mean to someone, they won't believe the nice anymore. So be nice, be nice, until it's time to stop being nice, then destroy them.

Never trust people who smile constantly. They're either selling something or not very bright.

I smiled at him, as Doyle squeezed my hand and I squeezed back. "Some people are addicted to falling in love, Doctor. Some people love that rush of new emotions, and when that first rush of new love is spent, they move on to the next, thinking the love wasn't real. What I felt in her, and potentially in you, is the love of years. Love that knows that that first rush of freshness isn't the real thing. It's the tip of the iceberg.

There comes a point when you either embrace who and what you are, or condemn yourself to be miserable all your days. Other people will try to make you miserable; don't help them by doing the job yourself.

Never criticize, unless you can do a better job.

Giving up something that no longer serves a purpose, or protects you, or helps you, isn’t giving up at all, it’s growing up.

If you think love makes you happy, you've either never been in love, or never been in love long enough to have to start compromising.

We hate most in others what we dislike in ourselves.

Feelings are never stupid, they just make us feel stupid sometimes.

The only true happiness lies in knowing who you are ... and making peace with it.

I will love you always. When this red hair is white, I will still love you. When the smooth softness of youth is replaced by the delicate softness of age, I will still want to touch your skin. When your face is full of the lines of every smile you have ever smiled, of every surprise I have seen flash through your eyes, when every tear you have ever cried has left its mark upon your face,I will treasure you all the more, because I was there to see it all. I will share your life with you, Meredith, and I will love you until the last breath leaves your body or mine.

Worry about the things you can control; the rest will either work themselves out, or they'll kill you. Either way, no more worries.

Sometimes it's not the optimist you need, but another pessimist to walk beside you and know, absolutely know, that the sound in the dark is a monster, and it really is as bad as you think. Did that sound hopeless? It didn't feel hopeless. It felt reassuring. It felt - real.

Is it better to outmonster the monsters or to be quietly devoured?

Love is too precious to be ashamed of.

Hope will lie to you, but lust is what it is; it never lies.

We are not made up only of our light and happiness but also of darkness and sorrow. To deny the darkness of yourself is to deny half of who you are, and when you love, truly love, you need to love the whole person not just the part that smiles and waves, but the part that thinks murderous thoughts and knows that pain is both pleasure and temptation, but still thinks puppies are really cute.

Nill illigitamus carborundum

Some issues stay fresh every time you open them up. It's like evil magical Tupperware -- it stays fresh forever.

To gain your heart's desire you have to lose some part of your old life, your old self. To do that you have to have courage; without it, you can't make the leap. And if you don't make the leap you have only three choices: You can hate yourself for not taking the chance, you can hate the person from whom you've sacrificed your happiness, or you can hate the one who offered you happiness, and blame them for your lack of courage, convince yourself it wasn't real.

Love sucks. Sometimes it feels good. Sometimes it's just another way to bleed.

You take insult where none is intended, but if you will find insult where none is meant, then perhaps I should try harder to insult on purpose.