Top 500 Karen Marie Moning Quotes (2026 Update)
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251. “Try living for someone. Through it all – good, bad, thick, thin, joy, suffering. That’s the hard thing.”

— Karen Marie Moning

252. “Moth to a flame I follow.”

— Karen Marie Moning

253. “This 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 Moning

254. “Boundaries were necessary for a successful relationship. Most relationships aborted in the boundary-defining stage. Not because people demanded what they needed. But because they didn’t, then got resentful about it.”

— Karen Marie Moning

255. “When we’re kids,” Dancer said, “we’re made of steel. And we think we’re invincible but stuff happens and that steel gets stretched and pulled and twisted into impossible shapes. Most people are torn apart by the time they’re married and have kids of their own. But some people, the few, figure out how to let that steel heat and bend. And in all the places other people break, they get stronger.”

— Karen Marie Moning

256. “Oh, for heaven’s sake, she thought with droll exasperation, this certainly explains a lot. It’s no wonder I haven’t been able to keep my hands off the blasted man since the day I met him. He’s an artifact! A Celtic one at that!”

— Karen Marie Moning

257. “I’m a moth to his flame and it frightens me how willingly I’d burn my wings off for him. Destroy the world. Follow him to Hell. It’s scary to feel like you can’t breathe without someone.”

— Karen Marie Moning

258. “Humor is a girl’s best friend. The world’s a funny place.”

— Karen Marie Moning

259. “He’s trying not to laugh. I tell him I would have doomed mankind for him, and he’s trying not to laugh.”

— Karen Marie Moning

260. “I can, and am. ‘Tis a dying man’s last request,” he said roughly. “I want you to remember me as a man, lass, as your man. Not as a prisoner of Dark Magycks. I doona want you to watch me die. Promise me you won’t, Jessica. Promise me and mean it.”

— Karen Marie Moning

261. “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 Moning

262. “I didn’t hear him behind me. I felt him. Electric. Wild. One foot in the swamp. Never going to crawl all the way out. And I wanted to have sex with whatever he was. Where was I supposed to put that in my head?”

— Karen Marie Moning

263. “Depression gets you nowhere but tangled in an overgrown garden that can choke the life out of you.”

— Karen Marie Moning

264. “Problem is, I want to make breaking up Jo and Ryodan number one on my list, which is stupid because there’s nothing but personal satisfaction I’d gain from it, and while I’m all about personal satisfaction, I’m beginning to see a pattern: jumping on the short-term-gratification train always seems to wreck me off the rails somehow.”

— Karen Marie Moning

265. “I’m as weak and helpless and doomed as any other person. I’m a willing victim, ready, waiting, eager to be destroyed. I know with one part of my mind how horrifying that is, but with another part of my mind – a much larger one – I don’t care. Being a victim to eternal pleasure sounds like the most perfect state of existence I could ever imagine.”

— Karen Marie Moning

266. “She understood now why her friend Elizabeth, with her near-genius, analytical mind gave wide berth to murder mysteries, psychological thrillers, and horror stories, and read only romance novels. Because, by God, when a woman picked up one of those steamy books, she had a firm guarantee that there would be a Happily-Ever-After. That though the world outside those covers could bring such sorrow and disappointment and loneliness, between those covers, the world was a splendid place to be.”

— Karen Marie Moning

267. “Failure is always new information, and those who are willing to suffer it repeatedly make it a stepping-stone to success.”

— Karen Marie Moning

268. “We take care of each other like two monkeys picking each other’s nits. Folks underestimate a good nit-pick.”

— Karen Marie Moning

269. “Barrons: “He got upset it wouldn’t shut up and tore its head off.” Mac: “The child?” I gasped.”

— Karen Marie Moning

270. “You need me as much as I need you. That makes us equal partners in my book. Well, your book is just wrong.”

— Karen Marie Moning

271. “Hope builds a stairway to Heaven. Fear opens an abyss to Hell.”

— Karen Marie Moning

272. “When Drustan reached the bottom step, she flung herself into his arms. He swung her up into his embrace and kissed her hungrily. By the time he’d finished, she was gasping for air and laughing. “My turn?” Dageus teased.”

— Karen Marie Moning

273. “A wing or a thigh? Ah, I’m afraid we don’t have any thighs left.”

— Karen Marie Moning

274. “His heavy-lidded gaze reflected a languor that had nothing to do with having just awakened, and there was no doubt what was on his mind. But this is no safe cherry picker, Gwen thought, growing more concerned by the moment. This man looks like a cherry tree chopper-downer.”

— Karen Marie Moning

275. “You can’t do damage control dead.”

— Karen Marie Moning

276. “No simple cherry picker for me, she thought. I get a time-traveling genius who comes with a world of problems and sends me back through time to fix them.”

— Karen Marie Moning

277. “By the time you work your way down the hierarchy to a brunette, you got yourself a woman who knows who she is, likes it enough that she ain’t gonna change, and is probably gonna try to change you, if push comes to shove. Pushy, that’s what brunettes are. Even the dainty, fragile-looking ones.”

— Karen Marie Moning

278. “You got me a birthday cake. It was pink. I smashed it into the ceiling.”

— Karen Marie Moning

279. “He 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 Moning

280. “My point is you can’t believe only in Voldemort. You have to believe in Dumbledore, too.”

— Karen Marie Moning

281. “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.”

— Karen Marie Moning

282. “We’re taking back the night.”

— Karen Marie Moning

283. “You had no right.” “Ah, the morally outraged cry of the weak: You’re not ‘allowed’ to do that. One is allowed to do anything one can get away with. Only when you understand that will you know your place in this world. And your power. Might is right.”

— Karen Marie Moning

284. “Don’t bother trying to guilt me. Ask my other. It doesn’t work.”

— Karen Marie Moning

285. “The only thing that keeps us rooted in the past is our refusal to embrace the present.”

— Karen Marie Moning

286. “If he’d been any other man and i’d been any other girl, I’d have called the narrowing of his heavy-lidded dark eyes lust. But he was Barrons and I was Mac, and a blossoming of lust was about as likely as orchids blooming in Antarctica.”

— Karen Marie Moning

287. “R-E-G-R-E-T. I can spell that word now. Raw. Endless. Grief. Raining. Eternal. Tears. That’s what regret is.”

— Karen Marie Moning

288. “Dishonesty increases disorder exponentially. It’s hard enough to communicate when you’re telling the truth.”

— Karen Marie Moning

289. “Born in a generation that thinks cynical and disenchanted is cool, sometimes I’m a little off the beaten track.”

— Karen Marie Moning

290. “When he kisses me again, the last part of me that could stand myself dies.”

— Karen Marie Moning

291. “Do your thing, Ms. Lane. you might be criminally young, but the night is not.”

— Karen Marie Moning

292. “You can’t unkiss a man you’ve kissed. I.”

— Karen Marie Moning

293. “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.”

— Karen Marie Moning

294. “Last night you said you wanted to know what to expect so you could better select your attire. I told you we were going to visit a vampire in a Goth-den tonight. Why, then, Ms. Lane, do you look like a perky rainbow?”

— Karen Marie Moning

295. “Churches crack me up. They’re like money, a conspiracy of faith. Like everyone agreed to believe that not only is there a God, but he comes down and checks on folks, so long as they hang in certain places, put up alters, burn lots of candles and incense, and perform sit-stand-kneel and other wacky rituals that’d make a coven of witches not look OCD.”

— Karen Marie Moning

296. “After an eternity of grief and regret, he held the only thing he’d ever wanted as much as he wanted to be God. A second chance.”

— Karen Marie Moning

297. “Fools and the dead are not governed by logic. Survivors are.”

— Karen Marie Moning

298. “He is my vulnerability.”

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299. “Vows, like wishes, are dangerous things. Precision matters.”

— Karen Marie Moning

300. “I was stunned to see that he looked stunned himself, which was an exorbitant display of emotion for Barrons.”

— Karen Marie Moning