The kind of person that thanks another person never survives. Have you learned nothing?
Karen Marie MoningWho and what we surround ourselves with is who and what we become. In the midst of good people, it is easy to be good. in the midst of bad people, it is easy to be bad.
Karen Marie Moningraking a hand through his hair, he forced his attention to the text she'd left on the coffee table, refusing to dwell on the disconcerting fact that a part of him had taken one look at the lass in such proximity to his bed and said simply: Mine
Karen Marie MoningNobody home but She for Whom I Am the World. Can't go on like this, can't keep doing it.- Jericho Barrons
Karen Marie MoningProcrastinating is number three on my Stupid List. You still end up exactly where you didn't want to be, doing exactly what you didn't want to do, withe the only difference being that you lost all that time in between, during which you could have been doing something fun. Even worse, you probably stayed in a stressed-out, crappy mood the whole time you were avoiding it. If you know something is inevitable, do it and get it over with. Move on. Life is short.
Karen Marie MoningWomen have been repeating the same mistake since time began: falling for a man’s potential. We rarely see it the same way, and even more rarely care to achieve it.
Karen Marie MoningIt's so easy to lie. What’s even worse is how we cling to those lies. We beg for the illusion so we don’t have to face the truth, don’t have to feel alone.
Karen Marie MoningHope strengthens. Fear kills[...] That simple adage is master of every situation, every choice. Each morning we wake up, we get to choose between hope and fear and apply one of those emotions to everything we do. Do we greet things that come our way with joy? Or suspicion?
Karen Marie MoningIrony, perfect definition: that for which I want to possess it, I would no longer want once I possessed it.
Karen Marie MoningHe was sexual in a way that made women think of deeply repressed fantasies therapists and feminists alike would cringe to hear tell of.
Karen Marie MoningI 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.
Karen Marie MoningBeautiful women rarely possess sufficient depth of character to survive without their pretty feathers.
Karen Marie MoningGwen smiled. "Hardly. Bedraggled is being in the full throes of nicotine withdrawal, and after a week on a bus with a group of senior citizens, falling into a cave, and landing on a body." "And then getting tossed back a few centuries, with no idea of what's going on," Chloe agreed. "Naked, too, weren't you?" Gwen nodded wryly. Gabby blinked. "I gave you my plaid," Drustan protested indignantly.
Karen Marie MoningNow 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.
Karen Marie MoningYou & I are here but the wind is everywhere. Cast no words upon it you don’t wish followed back to you.
Karen Marie MoningHe kissed like no man she'd ever known. There was something about him, a rawness, an earthy sensuality that bordered on barbaric, something she'd never be able to explain to someone else. A woman had to be kissed by Dageus MacKeltar to fully understand how devastating it was. How it could bring a woman to her knees.
Karen Marie MoningFor what other reason would you have me save you? Because I like you? Better to be useful than liked.
Karen Marie MoningIf he were any other man, I might have suspected him of substance abuse, of being coked up or something. But Barrons was too much a purist for that; his drugs were money, power, and control
Karen Marie MoningWhat have you stuffed in your pants, MacKeltar?" she demanded. "Nothing that wasn't God-given," he replied stiffly. Gwen stared. "There's no way that's part of you. You must have gotten a sock or something stuck. Oh, my." She pried her gaze from his groin.
Karen Marie MoningHe stepped into the morning feeling more alive than he'd felt in months. Hold fast and believe in me, love, he whispered across the centuries. Because love and belief were serious magic in and of themselves.
Karen Marie MoningHe wasn't handsome. That was too calm a word. He was intensely masculine. He was sexual. He attracted.
Karen Marie MoningSit," Chloe said, dashing after him and tugging firmly at his sleeve. "Let's hear the rest of it. You can kill him later." ~Chloe to Dageus.
Karen Marie MoningAs he closed the door he said over his shoulder, "Because you're a good lass." A heavy sigh. "And I'm no' a good man.
Karen Marie MoningAnd there you have it...if I knew that I could only have a few nights in that man's arms or nothing, I would take those magic nights and use them to keep me warm for the rest of my life.
Karen Marie MoningThis isn't what I wanted. This isn't what I would have chosen. You must know that. It's important you know that.
Karen Marie MoningBarrons knows virtually everything about me. I wouldn’t be surprised if somewhere he has a little file that encompasses my entire life to date, with neatly mounted, acerbically captioned photos—see Mac sunbathe, see Mac paint her nails, see Mac almost die.
Karen Marie MoningI'd never been turned on by the Ken doll—even before I looked down his pants and saw what was missing.
Karen Marie MoningWerewolves? Oh please, just plain stupid. Who wants to get it on with a man ruled by his inner dog?
Karen Marie MoningI lay my head on his chest and listen to his heart beating, solid and sure.....he reads me so well. He's known about my emotional empathy since we were children. Nothing disturbs him...Few can lie to me... I don't know the truth, only that there is a lie. It takes a scrupulously honest man to love me. That's my Sean. We learned to trust each other completely before we were old enough to have learned suspicion.
Karen Marie Moning