Top 200 Giana Darling Quotes (2026 Update)
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101. “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

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

— Giana Darling

103. “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

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

— Giana Darling

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

— Giana Darling

106. “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

107. “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

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

— Giana Darling

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

— Giana Darling

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

— Giana Darling

111. “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

112. “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

113. “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

114. “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

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

— Giana Darling

116. “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

117. “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

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

— Giana Darling

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

— Giana Darling

120. “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

121. “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

122. “Because I would ruin her. I would eviscerate her morals to ash until she giggled when I brought her a dead man’s head just because he had wronged her. I would burn away her inhibitions until she begged me to desecrate all the holy places of her body with my tongue, my cock, and the cold edge of my steel.”

— Giana Darling

123. “I’m not your fuckin’ boyfriend... No, I am your man, babe.”

— Giana Darling

124. “What would you do?” I dared to ask, vivid, almost violent images of passion morphing and breaking apart in my mind like a broken kaleidoscope tinged in red.”

— Giana Darling

125. “I was a storm of calamity, cast adrift on a sea of black doings and loosely drawn rebel rules. He was an old growth oak with roots sunk deep into rich earth, limbs stretching wide across the sky, standing sentry across centuries as the world toiled away beneath its leaves.”

— Giana Darling

126. “How did someone get over a person who had fundamentally changed their life?”

— Giana Darling

127. “He was the only place I felt safe. I wanted to make his body my address and his soul my home.”

— Giana Darling

128. “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

129. “If I’m going to hell, I might as well enjoy the view.”

— Giana Darling

130. “Take me way down deep into the dark. Help me find some new piece of myself there.”

— Giana Darling

131. “I’ll break up with her tonight if you promise to be in my bed, ready to be punished by ten.”

— Giana Darling

132. “She was disarming me, in more ways than I could count.”

— Giana Darling

133. “Loved her enough to kill and die for her ’cause only the finality of death could match the finality of my kinda love for that girl.”

— Giana Darling

134. “I wanted time with him, I needed it more than I needed my next breath and even those were limited. There wasn’t time and there wasn’t much of a choice but whatever was left of both, I wanted to use to be with Zeus Garro.”

— Giana Darling

135. “He was a man of many smiles, and I knew each and every one of them.”

— Giana Darling

136. “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

137. “But we’ll both know the truth. It may be your body, Harleigh Rose, but I own it.”

— Giana Darling

138. “People don’t really notice kids unless they’re in the way.”

— Giana Darling

139. “Elena had taught me from a young age that if you could understand something, its motivation or context, you held power over it and over your reaction to it.”

— Giana Darling

140. “And I liked the sound of the rain pounding with fury against the thin nylon umbrella, and the glass-like shatter of the waves hurling themselves at the rocky shore. It was all violence and temper, all passion. It made me feel human to sit there in the middle of it all and let nature batter me into feeling something.”

— Giana Darling

141. “When you grew up poor, money wasn’t only a primary motivator; it was almost an obsession.”

— Giana Darling

142. “Only the sun had ever kissed me there, the sun and the air and the cool touch of water. For nineteen years, nature had been my only lover, a shy thing, tentative and teasing. Priest was none of those things. He was anti-matter, sucking me up ruthlessly and refusing to spit me out, eating away at my edges until I was all core, all sensation.”

— Giana Darling

143. “They warmed me always, made me feel watched in a way that was pure admiration, like he was a painter and I his muse. In a way, through his little apple poems and one-line compliments, I was.”

— Giana Darling

144. “Yeah, well you remember this big man. I’m the princess of The Fallen MC, not some sniffling Disney nitwit without the means to save herself. I’m a warrior princess, the kind that’ll cut off your balls and serve them for fuckin’ tea, you feel me? So next time you threaten me, why don’t you remember that?”

— Giana Darling

145. “My fierce, loyal, handsome Lion standing before me, holding me, looking at me like I was the lost treasure of Atlantis and he’d never need for anything again.”

— Giana Darling

146. “Because that girl lying in that bed was mine the way a sculpture created by an artist was his. I’d formed her soft clay shape with my words then cast it in copper with my hands and finally she’d settled in her current shape. A little warrior rebel with the soul of an angel in the body of a sinner.”

— Giana Darling

147. “It’s you who’s stuck with me, little warrior. Not lettin’ you go now. Not fuckin’ ever.” “Good.”

— Giana Darling

148. “She was mine. And I was hers in the way a wolf is owned by his moon, elementally, fuckin’ irrevocably.”

— Giana Darling

149. “He kissed me the way little girls dream about being kissed at their weddings, the way teenagers like to see in movies. The way most grown women have given up on wishing for.”

— Giana Darling

150. “It’s you and me, Lou. Has been since you were seven years old, so even though you’re young, I figure it was gonna happen sooner rather than later and I decided that it better happen right fuckin’ now.”

— Giana Darling