Top 500 Karen Marie Moning Quotes (2025 Update)
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301. “Turn your head for me and I’ll kiss you as a woman should be kissed.”

— Karen Marie Moning

302. “The nerve. Threatening you and not being precise about it.”

— Karen Marie Moning

303. “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

304. “I don’t know about you, but I call impromptu vomiting harm.”

— Karen Marie Moning

305. “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

306. “He’d surely been spawned by some cataclysmic event of nature, not born.”

— Karen Marie Moning

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

— Karen Marie Moning

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

— Karen Marie Moning

309. “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

310. “He wasn’t just masculine and sexual, he was carnal in a set-your-teeth-on-edge kind of way; he was almost frightning.”

— Karen Marie Moning

311. “I wondered what one wore to visit a vampire. The chic red sweater set didn’t go so well with my darker hair, and I was afraid it might be construed as a flirtatious invitation to color me bloodier.”

— Karen Marie Moning

312. “Surrounded by alpha males that know more magic than all the teachers at Hogwarts, I’m about to ask who’s going to do what to get us through the gate, when it becomes a moot point.”

— Karen Marie Moning

313. “But Band-Aids for my disease aren’t what I’m after. I want a surgeon to perform an operation that leaves a deep incision where something nasty used to be, followed by a scar to remind me every day that it’s over and I survived.”

— Karen Marie Moning

314. “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.”

— Karen Marie Moning

315. “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

316. “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

317. “Lass, doona fear me. No matter what happens, promise me you will not fear me. I am a good man, I vow I am.”

— Karen Marie Moning

318. “I will never again permit myself to forget that isolation is the first step to defeat.”

— Karen Marie Moning

319. “A dutiful soldier, I retreated to the ditches as ordered and hunkered down there. In those ditches, I had an epiphany. People treat you as badly as you let them treat you.”

— Karen Marie Moning

320. “I hope they change my drugs soon. Whatever I’m on isn’t working.”

— Karen Marie Moning

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

— Karen Marie Moning

322. “We justify our heartless calls by our commitment to one day defeat all our enemies so the people can live the remainder of their days in peace and prosperity. We’ve become politicians.”

— Karen Marie Moning

323. “The power of thought is far greater than most people ever realize.”

— Karen Marie Moning

324. “There aren’t many sins in my bible. Giving up is the greatest one of all.”

— Karen Marie Moning

325. “I snicker at my joke. Dude, if ya can’t crack yourself up, ain’t never gonna crack anybody else up.”

— Karen Marie Moning

326. “Chicks. Christ. They just don’t get it sometimes.”

— Karen Marie Moning

327. “Yes, you do, lass, and entirely too much,” he interrupted, his hooded gaze mocking. “So stop thinking for a moment, will you? Just feel.”

— Karen Marie Moning

328. “Haud yer wheesht, woman.” “Hold my what?” “It means ‘hush,’ Jessica. Just hush. Would it kill you to hush?”

— Karen Marie Moning

329. “Any man who reads is a fine one.”

— Karen Marie Moning

330. “There were the cages you could see and those that weren’t so easy to spot before you were lured into them with sweet promises and lies until you were stuck like a fly on sticky tape with only your shattered innocence for company.”

— Karen Marie Moning

331. “Sometimes when all hell’s breaking loose the only thing to do is to break more hell loose.”

— Karen Marie Moning

332. “I always thought fainting showed an inherent weakness of character, but I understood it now. It was an act of self-preservation. Confronted by emotion too extreme to handle, the body shuts down to keep from running around like a chicken with its head cut off, potentially injuring itself.”

— Karen Marie Moning

333. “He goes for stark versus accessorized, dark over bright, jewel tone instead of pastel, carnal over flirty.”

— Karen Marie Moning

334. “Whatever happened to the good old days when books just got along, cozied up together on bookshelves, hanging out, waiting to be read?”

— Karen Marie Moning

335. “Beginnings are fragile things.”

— Karen Marie Moning

336. “Superglue after duct tape a girl’s best friend.”

— Karen Marie Moning

337. “We were watching Barrons. Why were you watching Barrons? Barrons needs watching.”

— Karen Marie Moning

338. “I will rue for all eternity every moment of suffering I’ve caused you. The entire time I’m burning in Hell, I’ll regret each tear I made you weep. But if Hell were the price for twenty days with you, I’d condemn myself again and again.”

— Karen Marie Moning

339. “Try a rocket launcher. Think maybe you could manage to hit me with that?”

— Karen Marie Moning

340. “Kid, you just never give up.” “I’m like, alive. How could I?”

— Karen Marie Moning

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

— Karen Marie Moning

342. “What the feck?” Dani snapped when I answered. “You sleep like the fecking dead up there! I been calling you for five fecking minutes!”

— Karen Marie Moning

343. “I’d never been turned on by the Ken doll – even before I looked down his pants and saw what was missing.”

— Karen Marie Moning

344. “A fecking flamethrower! Why didn’t I think of that? Best I came up with was a measly hair dryer.”

— Karen Marie Moning

345. “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

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

— Karen Marie Moning

347. “He had a come-and-get-me-baby-I’m-pure-trouble-and-you’re-gonna-love-it kind of attitude.”

— Karen Marie Moning

348. “Nuns? They’d take one look at Barrons and decide the devil himself had come knockng. He not only looked dangerous, he emanated something that made even me feel like crossing myself sometimes, and I’m not religious.”

— Karen Marie Moning

349. “Breath was everything. When nothing else could be done: one could breathe and shape and infuse that breath with strength and purpose.”

— Karen Marie Moning

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

— Karen Marie Moning