Top 500 Christine Feehan Quotes (2024 Update)
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151. “She could see into his soul, the barely leashed beast always striving for dominance, never quite conquered. She could see his fear of losing her, of being forever vampire, loathed and hunted by his own kind. And she could see his terrible need to protect her, keep her safe, and his need to please her. He wanted to earn her respect and love, be worthy of it.”

— Christine Feehan

152. “Don’t be afraid of me like you are of him. I would never hurt you. Never. I don’t hurt women.”

— Christine Feehan

153. “He radiated calm, his energy peaceful, surrounding her in a cocoon of tranquility. He made her feel safe, wrapped up in their world together, even though she knew neither of them was.”

— Christine Feehan

154. “He glanced back at her over his shoulder, his incredible eyes moving over her face. Seeing her. Focusing on her. The way he looked at her made her heart begin to accelerate.”

— Christine Feehan

155. “I have to plan things. That’s my personality. If I don’t have a plan, I get overwhelmed.”

— Christine Feehan

156. “He was hunting. She knew all about hunting. She lived by hunting. Now she was the prey. Something perverse in her loved that.”

— Christine Feehan

157. “She put her hand in his, and he smiled. It was as if for her, the sun came out. His smile took her breath and made her inexplicably happy because, she sensed, he rarely smiled and it was like a gift.”

— Christine Feehan

158. “I have traveled all over the world and gone to the highest peaks, and the densest jungles. The Carpathain Mountians will always be my homeland, but my home is a woman. Solange Sangria. You are home to me. Your body is my home. Your mind. Your heart and soul. It matters little to me where we are.”

— Christine Feehan

159. “She’d learned to live in the present a long time ago, to enjoy every moment she had. Time was a luxury, something she knew she could run out of very quickly, so she made sure each minute counted for something.”

— Christine Feehan

160. “I’m in love with you Ashe. I’m not offering you a lot in the way of white picket fences and social status, but I can tell you that I’ll love you with every breath I take.”

— Christine Feehan

161. “He had to be a GhostWalker. She was looking at a legitimate GhostWalker. The real deal.”

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162. “Deep inside where he was hard and cold and carved of stone, he felt a curious shifting, melting, a softening he couldn’t explain, and it scared the hell out of him.”

— Christine Feehan

163. “He wanted Shylah to see past his physical appearance to ‘him’. He needed her to care who he was.”

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164. “Just like the sea, she was turbulent and wild, angry and loving. She felt every sensation, but it was only here, with water around her, that she dared let herself feel so strongly, so passionately.”

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165. “It stems from hundreds of years ago, a law handed down in our family generations ago. The Saldi family in Sicily murdered the Ferraro family, killing as many members, men women and children, as they could. The decree that we don’t all gathering one place was passed down by those surviving that massacre. It was a long time ago, just history really, but we still abide by that rule.”

— Christine Feehan

166. “The most enjoyable part in writing a series is being able to visit a world I have created and revisit old friends. The challenges are making the book fresh and new for readers who have started from the beginning while still adding old information for new readers.”

— Christine Feehan

167. “She had the mad desire to circle his waist with her arms and just hold on to all that solid muscle. He was a rock when her world felt built on sand.”

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168. “His strength was enormous, and so was the burning need to kill this man. He’d felt this way on more than one occasion. The drive was an actual need, like breathing, consuming him, almost taking him out of his body so that the rage was a separate entity.”

— Christine Feehan

169. “Violence, once committed, lingered behind and subtly worked on those sensitive to its ugliness.”

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170. “First game I win, I get your panties. The second game I win, I make you scream.”

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171. “She looked down onto his face. So gorgeous. It wasn’t just his beautiful, very masculine features, it was the way he was inside. “I’m in love with you. There isn’t anything that you can tell me that is going to change that.”

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172. “You were not born too late, my love. Accept what is and what has been given to us. A great gift, a priceless treasure. I am with you now and for all time.”

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173. “Jonas. Their rock. Shattered into so many shards. Holding himself together through the sheer force of will.”

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174. “I’m not rejecting you. Just the opposite. You mean something huge to me. Huge. I can’t think about much of anything else but keeping you alive.”

— Christine Feehan

175. “You don’t do violence, Francesca, not unless it’s self-defense or in defense of our family. I won’t have that on your soul. You’re going to be my wife. The mother of my children. You’re about love and softness. Not killing. Never that.”

— Christine Feehan

176. “For the first time in his life, his body chose. He chose. His choice was her. Anya Rafferty.”

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177. “You’re a miracle, woman.” Draden meant it.”

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178. “And you attacked them with that saucepot. Seriously, csecsemo, I wouldn’t try that again. I can see you are determined to learn to fight these creatures, and I am trying my best to look at all the reasons why it is a good idea that you do learn, but saucepots are out.”

— Christine Feehan

179. “Before anything else, I need your trust. Your absolute trust in me – and yourself. You have to know you are the only woman I will ever want or need. You have to know that it is in you to meet my every desire, just as I will meet yours.”

— Christine Feehan

180. “She wanted a family. She loved that the Ferraros were so tight-knit, but she barely knew them. She didn’t even really know what Stefano did for a living. There was just a little bit of fear when she was around them all. Power clung to them. They were their wealth so easily, like a second skin. More than that, they were a cloak of pure danger. When any of the Ferraros walked into a room, there was stunned silence- a collective gasp from any other occupants of the room.”

— Christine Feehan

181. “If you think I’ll let you go into that hornet’s nest you’ve got another think coming. He’s my son. I’ll be the one going to get him.”

— Christine Feehan

182. “There it was. His woman. Laying it out for him. Giving him truth and making him feel like he was the luckiest man on earth.”

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183. “He found a stuffed animal, a fluffy wolf with bright blue eyes, and was immediately drawn to it. “I want to get this for her. It is telling me it needs to go home with us.” Francesca laughed at him.”

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184. “She went to him because there was no other choice.”

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185. “Tell me about yourself. Everything you can think of. Look only at me. Look into my eyes. See me. Only me.”

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186. “He’d been ten years old when he’d last begged someone for something, and he’d promised himself he’d never do it again, but this was too important.”

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187. “She had the faint taste of sass and sweet. Lethal and home. The combination was deadly to a man like him.”

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188. “I need you, malen’koye plamya, just to breathe, to live. I’ve never said that to another human being, but it’s the truth. Not for Shturm, but for me.”

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189. “He knew he would always be obsessed, would always crave her taste.”

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190. “His hands framed her face again, his amber eyes alive with love, with tenderness. “I want to make a vow to you. I’ll love you with everything in me. I’ll bring you as much happiness as I can give you. But I cannot allow your death, not at my hands. You’re more important than I am.”

— Christine Feehan

191. “That won’t be necessary. They aren’t living with us. They can get their own damn homes. If they want to hang around, they can sit out on the roof and play with their guns.”

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192. “She knew every scar, every tattoo. She had traced every one of those scars and tattoos with her tongue. With her fingertips. She’d memorized them until they were etched so deeply in her brain, she could have drawn them and gotten every detail perfect.”

— Christine Feehan

193. “Communication is very important between us at all times.” He bent his head as he lifted the hair from the back of her neck. “For instance, I find your neck incredibly sexy. You look both vulnerable and sensual with your hair up. With it down, you look wild and beautiful. Just as sensual, but in a completely different way.”

— Christine Feehan

194. “The rider uses a technique, breaking the neck cleanly, so there is no suffering. That is why it is important not to allow it to be personal if at all possible. You always want the visit to be about justice, not revenge.”

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195. “Unfortunately, I’m not the greatest catch. None of us are. We’re outcasts for a reason.”

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196. “They had tied their lives together in a way that meant she would never be alone. They belonged together, to each other, and had a bond for all the world to know.”

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197. “She was the woman who would center him. Be the center of his world. Hell. Who was he kidding? She already was.”

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198. “The gate, which had been securely locked, stood open in welcome. Everything seemed to be welcoming him. A sense of peace began to steal into his heart. A part of him wanted to sit on one of the benches and soak in the atmosphere.”

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199. “She kissed him, her body molding to his, and in his mind her beautiful voice rose in song just for him. The notes skipped from his mind to the sky, silver and gold notes of joy and happiness, of courage and admiration. She sang of love between two people, sacred and beautiful. She sang of peace and happiness. Her hands moved over him possessively, lovingly, checking his body for wounds. Her warrior was home. Whatever.”

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200. “He was desperate for her to see inside, to look past all the layers of darkness and find that part of him she’d touched. The part that needed her to save him.”

— Christine Feehan