Top 500 Karen Marie Moning Quotes (2026 Update)
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351. “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

352. “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

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

— Karen Marie Moning

354. “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

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

— Karen Marie Moning

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

— Karen Marie Moning

357. “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

358. “Do you, Gavrael Roderick – ” “I do.” Jillian nudged him. He arched a brow and frowned. “Well, I do. Must we go through all this? I do. I swear a man has never ‘I do’d’ more fervently than I. I just want to be married to you, lass.”

— Karen Marie Moning

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

— Karen Marie Moning

360. “Everything else falls away except for the family you’re born into, choose, or make; the circle of love you’ll die to protect and keep near you. The only thing that keeps us rooted in the past is our refusal to embrace the present.”

— Karen Marie Moning

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

— Karen Marie Moning

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

— Karen Marie Moning

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

— Karen Marie Moning

364. “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

365. “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

366. “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

367. “Who and what are you?” “You called my name when you released me the first time,” he said impatiently. “ ‘Tis Cian MacKeltar. As for the what of me, I’m but a man.”

— Karen Marie Moning

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

— Karen Marie Moning

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

— Karen Marie Moning

370. “I’d take some peace and quiet. A beautiful girl.” He laughed. “A good book.”

— Karen Marie Moning

371. “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

372. “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

373. “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

374. “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

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

— Karen Marie Moning

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

— Karen Marie Moning

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

— Karen Marie Moning

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

— Karen Marie Moning

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

— Karen Marie Moning

380. “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

381. “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

382. “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

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

— Karen Marie Moning

384. “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

385. “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

386. “I love you, Dani Mega O’Malley,” Dancer said against my ear as he moved inside me. “More than the world is big. Deeper than the sky is blue. Truer than the universe is vast. I love you more eternal than pi.”

— Karen Marie Moning

387. “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

388. “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

389. “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

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

— Karen Marie Moning

391. “She scowled as the possibility occurred to her that she’d actually made herself ill merely by planning to pretend she was.”

— Karen Marie Moning

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

— Karen Marie Moning

393. “Gwen started to speak, but he laid a finger to her lips. “Please, lass, just kiss me. No more words. There have been enough of them between us.” He paused before adding quietly, “If you have aught to say to me, let your heart speak now.”

— Karen Marie Moning

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

— Karen Marie Moning

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

— Karen Marie Moning

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

— Karen Marie Moning

397. “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

398. “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

399. “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

400. “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