Top 500 Karen Marie Moning Quotes (2025 Update)
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351. “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

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

— Karen Marie Moning

353. “I think that’s what love is; holding someone sacred, honoring them, protecting them, living up to the very best of them.”

— Karen Marie Moning

354. “I don’t make sonic booms. I want a whip. I like the idea of walking around making sonic booms everywhere.”

— Karen Marie Moning

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

— Karen Marie Moning

356. “Ah, the painful truth: Fate was a cosmic toilet. It was the nature of the universe to flush sluggish things that failed to exercise free will. Stasis was stagnancy. Change was velocity. Fate – a sniper that preferred a motionless target to a dancing one.”

— Karen Marie Moning

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

— Karen Marie Moning

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

— Karen Marie Moning

359. “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

360. “There’s a fine line between being stupid and knowing you have to test your limits if you want to do any real living at all.”

— Karen Marie Moning

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

— Karen Marie Moning

362. “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

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

— Karen Marie Moning

364. “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

365. “Beginnings are fragile things.”

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

— Karen Marie Moning

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

— Karen Marie Moning

368. “That which we fear, we somehow beckon near and engage in a dance, as toxically intimate as a pair of suspicious lovers... we’re magnetized waltzers and our hopes and fears emit some kind of electrical impulses that attract all that we dream, and all that we dread. We live and die on a dance floor of our own making.”

— Karen Marie Moning

369. “Drustan didn’t tell me either. He regretted that later, when I kissed Dageus because I thought he was Drustan. Drustan didn’t care for it one bit. They’re possessive about their women, but I’m sure you know that. I’m Gwen, by the way, Drustan’s wife.”

— Karen Marie Moning

370. “Wishes aren’t horses and I don’t get to ride.”

— Karen Marie Moning

371. “When you live as long as we do, you find yourself in bed with women you watched get born. It’s weird and not at the same time.”

— Karen Marie Moning

372. “I wanted to walk beside this man for a long time, and to do that I’d have to be able to be completely myself.”

— Karen Marie Moning

373. “Face says one thing. Body says another. I listen to the body. Keeps me alive.”

— Karen Marie Moning

374. “You weep for me, woman?”

— Karen Marie Moning

375. “You, Ms. Lane, are a menace to others! A walking, talking catastrophe in pink!”

— Karen Marie Moning

376. “I had a sudden dismal view of my future, of being led around and asked incessantly, like one of those Verizon commercials, Do you feel sick now?”

— Karen Marie Moning

377. “It’s a sponge and I’m a sponge and for a second there all our sponge parts are one and I don’t just have square pants, everything about me is squarish because I’m part of a wall.”

— Karen Marie Moning

378. “All those ‘bloodys’ was a veritable cornucopia of emotion for Barrons.”

— Karen Marie Moning

379. “Life is a gift. You fight to keep it. You never quit. Never.”

— Karen Marie Moning

380. “Flames of another kind. Hellfire. You will believe you canna possibly endure the agony.”

— Karen Marie Moning

381. “You can discover just as much from what people don’t say to you, as what they do. It’s not enough to listen to their words. You have to mine their silences for buried ore. It’s often only in the lies we refuse to speak that any truth can be heard at all.”

— Karen Marie Moning

382. “Were not there you, I’d be not too.”

— Karen Marie Moning

383. “It seemed Barrons had finally gotten his cake and eaten it too.”

— Karen Marie Moning

384. “Sometimes the most heroic action you can take looks a lot like inaction to the rest of the world. Sometimes the hardest, longest walk is the one the white-hat takes offstage.”

— Karen Marie Moning

385. “He’d made her feel what Barrons made me feel. Bigger than I could possibly be, larger than life, on fire with possibilities, ecstatic to be breathing, impatient for the next moment together. She’d been happy in those last months, so alive and happy.”

— Karen Marie Moning

386. “He can deal with not being able to control you as long as you let the world believe he does. He’s king here, honey. Kings can’t be challenged publicly.”

— Karen Marie Moning

387. “Why do they always ask for words? Why do they ever believe them?”

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388. “Barrons knows virtually everything about me. I wouldn’t be surprised if somewhere he has a little file that encompasses my entire life to date, with neatly mounted, acerbically captioned photos – see Mac sunbathe, see Mac paint her nails, see Mac almost die.”

— Karen Marie Moning

389. “Yes, I have loved, Ms. Lane, and although it’s none of your business, I have lost. Many things.”

— Karen Marie Moning

390. “One day you do meet a man who kisses you and you can’t breathe around it and you realize you don’t need air.”

— Karen Marie Moning

391. “There’s only one question that matters, Ms. Lane, and it’s the one you never get around to asking. People are capable of varying degrees of truth. The majority spend their entire lives fabricating an elaborate skein of lies, immersing themselves in the faith of bad faith, doing whatever it takes to feel safe. The person who truly lives has precious few moments of safety, learns to thrive in any kind of storm. It’s the truth you can stare down stone-cold that makes you what you are. Weak or strong. Live or die. Prove yourself. How much truth can you take, Ms. Lane?”

— Karen Marie Moning

392. “Love doesn’t build cages. It builds stairways to the stars.”

— Karen Marie Moning

393. “Relax. Live. Keep your eyes open. See what comes.”

— Karen Marie Moning

394. “Sighing dismally, she acknowledged that some things just weren’t humanly possible – not even Martha Stewart could fold fitted sheets.”

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395. “Dunnottar? Edward? Dear God! She hadn’t merely traveled through time – she’d been dropped smack into the sequel to Braveheart!”

— Karen Marie Moning

396. “He wasn’t handsome. That was too calm a word. He was intensely masculine. He was sexual. He attracted.”

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397. “Life is not black and white. The closes we ever get to either of those colors is wearing them.”

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398. “As I moved deeper into the room, his gaze dropped to my feet, and worked its way back to my face. I was wearing faded jeans, boots, and a snug pink Juicy T-shirt I got on sale at TJ Maxx last summer that said I’m a Juicy girl. “I bet you are,” he murmured.”

— Karen Marie Moning

399. “For what other reason would you have me save you? Because I like you? Better to be useful than liked.”

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400. “All myths contain a grain of truth, Ms. Lane. I’ve handled books and artifacts that will never find their way into a museum or library, things no archaeologist or historian could ever make sense of. There are many realities pocketed away in the one we call our own. Most go blindly about their lives and never see beyond the ends of their noses. Some of us do.”

— Karen Marie Moning