Top 500 Karen Marie Moning Quotes (2025 Update)
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351. “Chicks. Christ. They just don’t get it sometimes.”

— Karen Marie Moning

352. “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

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

— Karen Marie Moning

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

— Karen Marie Moning

355. “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

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

— Karen Marie Moning

357. “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

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

— Karen Marie Moning

359. “Beginnings are fragile things.”

— Karen Marie Moning

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

— Karen Marie Moning

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

— Karen Marie Moning

362. “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

363. “I began peering into the corners of the room, making sure all the shadows were cast by objects and obeying known laws of physics.”

— Karen Marie Moning

364. “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

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

— Karen Marie Moning

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

— Karen Marie Moning

367. “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

368. “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

369. “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

370. “The most critical, defining battles we wage in life, we wage alone. Against ourselves.”

— Karen Marie Moning

371. “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

372. “He didn’t just occupy space; he saturated it. The room had been full of books before, now it was full of him.”

— Karen Marie Moning

373. “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

374. “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

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

— Karen Marie Moning

376. “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

377. “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

378. “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

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

— Karen Marie Moning

380. “He just didn’t look like the kind of creep that would messily murder a woman in her hotel room; he looked like the kind of creep that could line her up in the sights of an assassins rifle without a shred of emotion.”

— Karen Marie Moning

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

— Karen Marie Moning

382. “Using some of your own time to make someone else’s life better is, like, the nicest thing you can do for anybody. I almost can’t stand it, it makes me so happy.”

— Karen Marie Moning

383. “Dude, you are one sick feck.” “Och, Dani, my love,” he says, gliding toward the bed, “you’ve really no idea.”

— Karen Marie Moning

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

— Karen Marie Moning

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

— Karen Marie Moning

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

— Karen Marie Moning

387. “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

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

— Karen Marie Moning

389. “I’ve spent enough time behind a bar that I’ve formed a few opinions about what people wear and what it says about them. Guys who wear black from head to toe fall into two categories: they want to be trouble, or they are trouble.”

— Karen Marie Moning

390. “These are my rapists, the ones that turned me inside out, ripped my mind from my body and shredded it. They are also, unfortunately, hot as hell.”

— Karen Marie Moning

391. “Those who were so long imprisoned in ice and darkness seem to find the sunlight jarring, painful. The longer I walk around with this grief inside me, the more I understand that. It’s as if sunshine is a slap in the face that says, Look, the world’s all bright and shiny! Too bad you’re not.”

— Karen Marie Moning

392. “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

393. “Think you two puny Druids can hold this keep for a single night?”

— Karen Marie Moning

394. “I have lived behind walls that have made me alone.”

— Karen Marie Moning

395. “And there my dear Fio, you make one of Womankind’s greatest mistakes: falling in love with a man’s potential. We so rarely share the same view of it, and even more rarely care to achieve it. Stop pining for the man you think I could be – and take a good, long, hard look at the one I am.”

— Karen Marie Moning

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

— Karen Marie Moning

397. “When she’d finally cranked up her favorite Godsmack CD in an effort to tune him out, he’d let out a roar that had rattled the windows in her car: By all that’s holy, woman, what is that hideous noise? Cease and desist! A battlefield at full charge could be no more cacophonous!”

— Karen Marie Moning

398. “I resent being cued. It makes me not want to know.”

— Karen Marie Moning

399. “Holy psychotic PCs, Robin, we’ve a murderous MacBook on the loose!”

— Karen Marie Moning

400. “I would have bargained with the devil for you, too, lass,” he said softly. “I’d have done anything too. I love you, Jessica. You are my one true mate, lass. Never forget that.”

— Karen Marie Moning