Top 200 Giana Darling Quotes (2026 Update)
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101. “The feeling that with Priest, every piece of me, dark and light, sweet and bitter, saintly and sinful was glued together by his acceptance into a beautiful mosaic. That feeling that with him, I’d never been so beautiful and whole. We were two broken halves that locked together in a way that could never be undone.”

— Giana Darling

102. “I will keep you safe,” I said in a voice that sounded strangely like a vow. An oath when the last promise I’d ever made was to make promises no more.”

— Giana Darling

103. “Do it for you, Lou. Do anythin’ for you.”

— Giana Darling

104. “He was a man ruled by his impulses and his gut cried out to take Elena’s strength and overpower it with his own. He didn’t understand a woman like her. He wanted to break her to prove his machismo, not understanding that a true man stood beside a woman like that and was made more powerful by her own strength at his back.”

— Giana Darling

105. “I wanted to respect this sacrifice he was making, summoning old demons just to show me why they existed.”

— Giana Darling

106. “But there was no way my guilt or morals were going to keep me away from my girl when she was in distress.”

— Giana Darling

107. “Feels like the purest form a sin to have these man-killin’ hands on such a fuckin’ angel.”

— Giana Darling

108. “His words in ink on paper were my Bible, his attention my place of meditation and his hands on my skin? The same hands I’d dreamt of every day for a decade. That I’d prayed for with more fervency than any virtues I’d been told to worship at church. They were my ultimate blessing.”

— Giana Darling

109. “This is what you must understand, Elena. They are wrong. Women bear the trials of their men, the delivery of their babies, the weight of their families. Women are extraordinarily strong. So, you must trick the men into giving you power. Do not tell them you are strong, and do not fight them with words because words can be undone. Fight the injustice with action, lottatrice mia, because action can be understood in any language, by any man.”

— Giana Darling

110. “I’ve traced the path of your personality as you’ve grown and changed, mapped the roads of your spirit and the valley of your heart so well I would know them with my eyes closed.”

— Giana Darling

111. “Whoever said beauty was a gift had clearly never experienced it for themselves because it was nothing but a prettily wrapped curse.”

— Giana Darling

112. “Cut through the thicket of dangerous thorns surrounding her gorgeous, one-of-a-kind heart, so that I could hold the tender, fragile bud in my hand and watch it grow. Dominate her mind, body and soul until every molecule of her person was imprinted with my name.”

— Giana Darling

113. “In my experience, if you could understand someone, it was nearly impossible to hate them.”

— Giana Darling

114. “He kissed me like he owned me, one hand going to the skin over my heart and pressed there, warm and heavy, and the other diving into my hair so he could hold me how he wanted. I felt his claim almost painfully as he tattooed himself into every inch of my skin, synchronized himself to beat of my reborn heart.”

— Giana Darling

115. “One bite of the apple, one taste of temptation, and it’s fuckin’ hard to go back.”

— Giana Darling

116. “Doesn’t matter, babe. It’ll be flipped up when I get you bent over the desk about two seconds after I get my hands on you.”

— Giana Darling

117. “She was so fuckin’ lovely in her despair, tragic in a romantic way like Juliet before her Romeo. Of course, even my Flower Child made heartbreak look pretty.”

— Giana Darling

118. “Just friends, Nova? That’s not you and me, maybe it never even was.”

— Giana Darling

119. “The light in my head exploded through my body like a super nova, drenching me in golden oblivion.”

— Giana Darling

120. “What if peace was my mother tongue, but violence was my second language? I’d be safer, surer certainly than I’d ever felt before.”

— Giana Darling

121. “But I did feel the grace of God last night, a different kind of god, one made of thunder and motor oil and wicked deeds, held together by leather and ink.”

— Giana Darling

122. “When life gives you lemons, grab the tequila.”

— Giana Darling

123. “I was a good woman who had fallen in love with the ultimate bad boy.”

— Giana Darling

124. “He just looked at you like you were a flower that bloomed just for him.”

— Giana Darling

125. “I clung to him like vines, so tight I probably made it hard for him to breathe. But I didn’t care, and he didn’t complain. If I could have, I would have crawled beneath his very skin and lived there.”

— Giana Darling

126. “Hear this, little girl, you got what you wanted, yer guardian monster is back but this time, he’s teachin’ ya how to keep the monsters at bay yourself so when the time comes that you no longer need me, you’ll be good.”

— Giana Darling

127. “You think I don’t know that under all that thorny sass you got a heart as tender as a budded rose, you can think again.”

— Giana Darling

128. “And through it all, we watched each other, Bea and me, locked together in this death in a way I felt echo into the future of our lives, linking us in a way I’d never be able to forget. I knew then, as I’d only been curious about it before, that Beatrice Lafayette was going to be mine.”

— Giana Darling

129. “I wanted to turn my body into one of his poems, an ode to me written in my skin and bones.”

— Giana Darling

130. “My eyes settled on King again, seeing him throw back his head and laugh that laugh I had fallen in love with in the parking lot, that laugh that had been the final catalyst in my marriage. I barely knew the man, who he worked.”

— Giana Darling

131. “Attraction ain’t something you can fake, babe, and soon as I saw your sweet self across the parking lot that day, my breath left my body like a punch to the gut. Never seen someone or anything so beautiful as you.” “Beauty isn’t everything,” I protested weakly.”

— Giana Darling

132. “Got you tattooed over my heart, rebel girl. Don’t know if it gets more possessive than that.”

— Giana Darling

133. “Love sayin’ it. Love that you came over to the dark side for me. Says a lot ’bout my powers of corruption.”

— Giana Darling

134. “He was right, what he’d said about us being made of the same stuff. We weren’t opposites, not even close. He was a chaos of contradictions, and I was a contradictory chaos, but that was why we worked.”

— Giana Darling

135. “A flower is beautiful as it is, transient, full of colour and life for the time it blooms, but it’s simple, shallow even. A flower is just a flower. But art? Art is a flower painted so it won’t die. A flower on the skin of a woman with depth and texture to her soul? It’s the context that gives it beauty,” he spoke in a voice like velvet rubbing against my sensitive skin.”

— Giana Darling

136. “I brought the cherry lollipop to my mouth, got it wet again then trailed it between her breasts and swirled it over her belly button. She stiffened then writhed when she figured out where I was goin’ with it.”

— Giana Darling

137. “Pressed up against me on the back of my bike, you’d get to know me pretty quick,” he retorted.”

— Giana Darling

138. “Second, you’re right. I’m not your fuckin’ boyfriend. Children have girlfriends and boyfriends. Idiots let their women walk around unclaimed, secured by a fuckin’ hope and a prayer because they don’t make their women feel owned, cherished like the ultimate prize. No, I am your man, babe.”

— Giana Darling

139. “The Fallen MC felt more like my home than that mayor’s mansion ever had. These were people who understood the full spectrum of morality and cut their own rules and uses from it. I loved the bloodthirsty nature of their revenge because it stemmed like a dark bloom from their deep-rooted loyalty. The way they proudly, staunchly wore their flaws the same way they did their values, daring you to accept nothing less than the full package of who they were.”

— Giana Darling

140. “I wanted to be a part of it. To stand beside the blond king and be his rough and tumble queen.”

— Giana Darling

141. “I’d learned early on that the two most powerful motivators in this life were fear and love.”

— Giana Darling

142. “The truth was, even though my heart was about twice as small as Li’s, I still wanted to give every inch of it to her, hopin’ beyond hope it’d be enough.”

— Giana Darling

143. “I felt like one of Picasso’s strange imaginings, my body twisted up with tension and fear so that I couldn’t even recognize myself as human anymore.”

— Giana Darling

144. “With or without me, Loulou Lafayette was going over to the dark side.”

— Giana Darling

145. “It was an angel, one inked right over his heart. Her small, detailed face was mine and her hands were raised to cup the scar of the bullet wound Zeus had taken for me nearly eleven years earlier. “Z,” I breathed as tears compressed my chest. He wrapped an arm around my waist and brought me into his right side. “My fallen angel.” “My guardian monster,” I breathed into his mouth as he lowered it onto mine for a kiss.”

— Giana Darling

146. “I didn’t want to be a bad person. I never had, which wasn’t to say I’d succeed in that. I’d been bad. But I’d always had this fairy tale ideal of good and bad, pure and evil. I’d assumed I would always be on the ‘right’ side of the law and morality. But when one contradicted the other, I found myself at a cross roads.”

— Giana Darling

147. “He was wrong, but something about his demeanor made me want to confirm his worst beliefs about me. I had the bad habit of living up to people’s worst assumptions and cutting off my nose to spite my face, just because my feelings were hurt that they would think so little of me. My therapist called it a “self-fulfilling prophecy.” I called it survival instinct.”

— Giana Darling

148. “Not all love stories play out in the light. Some of the best romances occur in the veil of shadows.”

— Giana Darling

149. “You are not weak,” he repeated the mantra softly, coarsely, palming my throat in one hand even though it made Seth gurgle in protest. “You’re strong enough to make a dead man walkin’ feel, Bea. You remember that you’re ever in a bad place and I can’t get to you fast enough, yeah? You remember not even the reaper of The Fallen can scare you, and then you motherfuckin’ defend yourself.”

— Giana Darling

150. “Life was too short to spend time sorting everything into boxes and labels.”

— Giana Darling