There are only shades of gray. Black and white are nothing more than lofty ideals in our minds, the standards by which… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
Life's a choice: you can live in black and white, or you can live in colour. I'll take every shade of the… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
“It’s all black and white to you, isn’t it?” “Gray is but another word for light black. Gray is never white. Only… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
There are only shades of gray. Black and white are nothing more than lofty ideals in our minds, the standards by which… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
You want to believe in black and white, good and evil, heroes that are truly heroic, villains that are just plain bad,… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
Life is not black and white. The closes we ever get to either of those colors is wearing them. — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
“Everywhere I looked, I could see only shades of gray. Black and white were nothing more than lofty ideals in our minds,… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
“I can either be a victim—or a winner. Fuck victimhood. I don’t wear it well; it clashes with my wardrobe.” — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
Ancient eyes had stared at me, filled with ancient grief. And something more. Something so alien and unexpected that I'd almost burst into tears.… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
Some things are sacred. Until you act like they're not. Then you lose them — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
Sometimes, Ms. Lane," he said, "one must break with one's past to embrace one's future. It is never an easy thing to do. It… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
“I think I’m under control, that I’ve stripped away all weaknesses. That committing to my mission has made me impervious. I’m wrong. The thought… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
Desire makes life happen. Makes it matter. Makes everything worth it. Desire is life. Hunger to see the next sunrise or sunset, to touch… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
“Finally, someone had seen him. And what had he done? Let her get away. Undermined by his disgusting human anatomy. It had just been… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
“Our sex is fierce. We will both be bruised. "I want it to always be like this," I tell him. "Try holding onto that… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
Keep hoping to see the light in her eyes. Even knowing it'll mean she's saying good-bye. — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
Strength wasn‘t about being able to do everything alone. Strength was knowing when to ask for help and not being too proud to do… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
“He swapped the fistful of my shirt for one in my hair, and ground his mouth against mine.” — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
