Top 500 Karen Marie Moning Quotes (2025 Update)
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401. “Dude, you are one sick feck.” “Och, Dani, my love,” he says, gliding toward the bed, “you’ve really no idea.”

— Karen Marie Moning

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

— Karen Marie Moning

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

— Karen Marie Moning

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

— Karen Marie Moning

405. “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

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

— Karen Marie Moning

407. “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

408. “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

409. “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

410. “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

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

— Karen Marie Moning

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

— Karen Marie Moning

413. “He was still frowning at the cake, looking at it as if he expected it to sprout dozens of legs and begin scuttling toward him, thin-lipped, teeth bared.”

— Karen Marie Moning

414. “Ignoring it makes it irrelevant. No man wants his nudity to be irrelevant.”

— Karen Marie Moning

415. “Solitude and inaction are unraveling me right down to the core.”

— Karen Marie Moning

416. “Oh, God, Drustan, she thought, you didn’t go back in time. You sent me back to save you!”

— Karen Marie Moning

417. “Keltar mates ne’er come easily to their men. Some travel distances too vast and strange to fathom, others travel but a short path, though a far distance in their hearts. Most resist every step of the way, yet for each Keltar, one woman will make that journey. ‘Tis up to the Keltar to claim her.”

— Karen Marie Moning

418. “I have studied humans for a small eternity. Intent infuses their every movement. Road maps to their inner navigation, plastered all over their skin. Born to be slaves.”

— Karen Marie Moning

419. “You tried to barter with the devil himself for me, you crazy woman. Bloody hell, doona you ever risk your life for mine. Ever! Do you hear me?”

— Karen Marie Moning

420. “I can either give in to fear and give up – or refuse to let it touch me and go on.”

— Karen Marie Moning

421. “Rioting begets violence begets rioting. I sometimes think the entire human race is comprised of barely restrained animals, avid for any excuse to tear off their masks of civility. And here I am, always trying desperately to keep mine on.”

— Karen Marie Moning

422. “Gah, some chicks should be shot. Put out of everyone else’s reproduction pool.”

— Karen Marie Moning

423. “Irony, perfect definition: that for which I want to possess it, I would no longer want once I possessed it.”

— Karen Marie Moning

424. “I looked from one to the other, and realized that Barrons and my dad were having one of those wordless conversations he and I have from time to time. Though the language was, by nature, foreign to me, I grew up in the Deep South where a man’s ego is roughly the size of his pickup truck, and women get an early and interesting education in the not-so-subtle roar of testosterone.”

— Karen Marie Moning

425. “I’m not helping you, Ms. Lane. I’m entertaining the notion that you might be of use to me. If so, I need you alive.”

— Karen Marie Moning

426. “Accept that you’re outgunned? Stay on the floor and don’t even try to fight? What kind of life is that?”

— Karen Marie Moning

427. “When you treated things badly, things behaved badly.”

— Karen Marie Moning

428. “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

429. “Naught will be done to you that you doona wish done. Dageus MacKeltar.”

— Karen Marie Moning

430. “When Barrons looks at me like that, it rattles me. Lust, in those ancient, obsidian eyes, offers no trace of humanity. Doesn’t even bother trying. Savage Mac wants to invite it to come out and play. I think she’s nuts. Nuts, I tell you.”

— Karen Marie Moning

431. “Since I’ve been on my own, I’ve been eating a lot of popcorn, cereal, instant noodles, and snack bars. I have a hot plate in my bedroom, a microwave, and a small fridge. That’s the kind of kitchen I know how to get around in.”

— Karen Marie Moning

432. “Your race devotes itself to justifying its errors, not correcting them.”

— Karen Marie Moning

433. “Power is not good or evil. It is what it is in the hands of the wielder.”

— Karen Marie Moning

434. “Could words and symbols wield such power? Could mere scribblings on parchment unmake a person’s moral fiber? Weren’t we made of sterner stuff?”

— Karen Marie Moning

435. “Being threatened seems to being out the worst in me.”

— Karen Marie Moning

436. “Maybes are anchors you chain to your own feet. Right before you leap off the boat into the ocean.”

— Karen Marie Moning

437. “I contemplate the notion that maybe regrets are a process of accumulation of time, as unavoidable as a closet full of clothes and more bags of them in the attic. Is accumulated baggage what makes people get old? If so, they need to clean out their fecking attics, send the stuff to consignment shops and remember how to walk around naked like kids, little bellies sticking out, always ready for a good laugh.”

— Karen Marie Moning

438. “Strong enough that I was no longer afraid to be gentle. Powerful enough that I could be vulnerable. Scarred enough that I could understand and tread lightly around the deepest scars of others.”

— Karen Marie Moning

439. “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

440. “I love books, they’re in my blood.”

— Karen Marie Moning

441. “He said love is the willingness to put the happiness and evolution of the person you love before your own. Even if it means giving them up.”

— Karen Marie Moning

442. “Attitude shapes reality.”

— Karen Marie Moning

443. “You will most certainly scream. I promise you that.”

— Karen Marie Moning

444. “There are only shades of gray. Black and white are nothing more than lofty ideals in our minds, the standards by which we try to judge things, and map out our place in the world in relevance to them. Good and evil, in their purest form, are as intangible and forever beyond our ability to hold in our hand as any Fae illusion. We can only aim at them, aspire to them, and hope not to get so lost in the shadows that we can no longer aim for the light.”

— Karen Marie Moning

445. “Lies roll off us. It’s the truths we work hardest to silence.”

— Karen Marie Moning

446. “The bottom line is we choose our epitaphs.”

— Karen Marie Moning

447. “The illusions it had woven for me had taken place only in my head. The battle had been invisible to the naked eye, but the hard ones are.”

— Karen Marie Moning

448. “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

449. “I hate sentences that begin with my name followed by the claim – indubitably erroneous – that the speaker knows something about me. Those kinds of sentences rank right up there with the ones that begin with You know what your problem is? That’s always a doozy. Talk about a trick question. Nothing worth hearing ever follows that preface.”

— Karen Marie Moning

450. “Cease ceasing movement so abruptly! Christ, woman, must you catapult forward after each cessation? Are you certain you’ve strapped the mirror securely? We should stop and check it. By Danu, wench, try nudging this beast gently, not kicking it with both heels! A silence, a slew of choked curses, then: Horses! What the bloody hell is wrong with horses? Have they all been slain in battle?”

— Karen Marie Moning