Top 492 Quotes & Sayings by Karen Marie Moning - Page 5

How will we get back up?" I worried. "I have a different route in mind for our return trip." "Does it involve stairs?" I asked hopefully. "No." "Of course not. How silly of me. And for our return adventure we will be scaling the side of Mount Everest, hiking boots to be provided by our trusty sponsor, Barrons Books and Baubles.

Pretty girls don't have ugly mouths.

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

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.

Fire isn’t good or bad. It just burns.

When Darroc returns, I know by the look in his eyes that I've chosen well. He thinks I picked black and red for him, the colors of his guard, the colors he has told me he selected for his future court. I chose black and red for the tattoos on Barrons' body. Tonight I wear my promise to him that I will make things right.

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

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

I’m asking the questions tonight.” One day I was going to write a book: How to Dictate to a Dictator and Evade an Evader, subtitled How to Handle Jericho Barrons.

Barrons was powerful, broodingly good-looking, insanely wealthy, frighteningly intelligent, and had exquisite taste, not to mention a hard body that emitted some kind of constant low-level charge. Bottom line: He was the stuff of heroes. And psychotic killers.

Okay, Barrons, it's time." "I am not helping you shave your legs." he said instantly. "Oh please. As if I'd let you.

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

For what other reason would you have me save you? Because I like you? Better to be useful than liked.

Safety is a fence, and fences are for sheep.

I want you to go to the Ancient Languages Department at Trinity College tomorrow morning, Ms.Lane.

You have splendid breasts, lass," he purred, cupping the plump mounds. "Splendid," he repeated stupidly, and she almost laughed. Men loved breasts any shape or form, they just loved them. -Drustan to Gwen

Jericho." "Mac." "Thank you for saving my life. Again.

He pulls me around and kisses me. "You're Mac," he says. "And I'm Jericho. And nothing else matters. Never will. You exist in a place that is beyond all rules for me. Do you understand that?" I do. Jericho Barrons just told me he loves me.

The battle had been invisible to the naked eye, but the hardest ones are.

Nobody looks good in their darkest hour. But it's those hours that make us what we are. We stand strong, or we cower. We emerge victorious, tempered by our trails, or fracture by a permanent, damning fault line.

Punch me." "Don't be absurd." "Come on, punch me, Barrons." "I'm not punching you." "I said, punch--OW!" He decked me.

The inspector ate only two of my tiny sandwiches: the first because he hadnt expected it to taste so awful; the second, I think, because hed thought surely the first must have been a mistake.

I have your word?” “You trust my word?” “You’re an idealistic fool. Of course.

Words are easy; lies as simple as parting your lips and breathing.

Good and evil are merely opposite sides of a coin. Get tossed in the air enough, it's easy to come down on the wrong side.

Are we, like, having a conversation?" "Did you just, like, ask me for advice and listen with an open mind? If so, then yes, I would call this a conversation

A wing or a thigh? Ah, I'm afraid we don't have any thighs left.

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.

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

As she lifted the glittering strand of diamonds from the box, a small slip of paper fell out. She caught it as it wafted toward the floor. Four words in ancient script, an arrogantly slanted scrawl. Accept these, accept me. Well, she thought, blinking, that was certainly direct and to the point. -Adam's note to Gabrielle

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

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

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.

Flirtation doesn't have to go somewhere; it certainly doesn't need to end up in bed. I like to think of it as a little friendlier than a handshake, a little less intimate than a kiss. It's a way of saying hi, you look great, have a wonderful day. A tasteful flirtation, played out people who understand the rules, leave everyone feeling good and can perk up the bluest mood.

Jericho Barrons was my poison now.

Who would ever understand me?

What are you? A man with a rope? Ha-ha.

What is the greater good but tyranny’s chameleon?

Barrons, Jericho: I haven't the faintest fecking clue. He keeps saving my life. I suppose that's something.

What is trust, sidhe-seer, but expectation that another will behave in a certain fashion, consistent with prior actions?

Silence isn't golden, it's deadly. It's a vacuum that fills up with ghosts.

Yesterday is skin on snake, to be shed many times.

I am a kite in a tornado, but I have a long string.

V'lane: Are you busy tomorrow MacKayla ? Barrons: She's working on old texts with me. V'lane: Ah. Old texts. A banner day at the bookstore. Barrons: We're translating Kama Sutra...with interactive aids.

Jericho Barrons just told me he loves me.

He's trying not to laugh. I tell him I would have doomed mankind for him, and he's trying not to laugh.

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

I said breathe. Not do a fish-out of-water imitation.

Have you ever had one of those moments when time just freezes? You know, when the world suddenly goes deathly still, and you could hear a pin drop, and the squishing sound your heart makes is so loud in your ears you feel like youre drowning in blood, and you stand there in that suspended moment and die a thousand deaths, but not really, and the moment passes and dumps you out on the other side of it, with your mouth hanging open, and an erased blackboard where your mind used to be?

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

Dubh is do?" I was incredulous. It was no wonder I hadn't been able to find the stupid word. "Should I be calling pubs poos?" "Dubh is Gaelic, Ms. Lane. Pub is not.

Lose the pessimism, Ms. Lane. It's a self-fulfilling prophecy.

He looked as if he'd stepped straight off the cover of one of those romance novels she ordered from Amazon.com so she didn't have to be embarassed by some supercilious male clerk in the bookstore.

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.

He is in my soul and i am in his, and we are in bed but we are in a desert, and i do not know where he begins and i end - Mac

Pretty girl and all. Asking. Gotta love that. Stuff of heroes. Don't get the role too often.

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

He lives. I breathe. I want. Him. Always. Fire to my ice. Ice to my fever. -Mac

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.

What are you Barrons?” “The one who will never let you die, and that’s more, Ms Lane, than anyone in your life has been able to say to you. More than anyone else can do