If I wasn't dead already, I'd said I was having a heart attack. — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
the true way to a man's heart is six inches of metal between his ribs.” You have to love Anita Blake… ... — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
That was the true terror of love, that you could love with your whole heart, your whole soul, and lose both — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
What do you do when you know you are breaking someone's heart, but to do anything else would break your own? — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
You're up to something," I said. He turned, eyes wide, long fingers pressed to his heart. "Moi?" "Yeah, you, — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
You fight so hard, so long, to cut someone out of your heart, but it’s not always your heart that betrays you. — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
being physically intimidating didn't keep you from getting your feelings hurt. Everyone's heart is the same size. — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
I will bathe in your warmth ma petite. Roll you around me until my heart beats only for you. My breath will… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
some choices you make with your heart some with your head but when in doubt choose head over heart.... it will keep… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
Maybe they know what I know, that the true way to a man's heart is six inches of metal between his ribs.… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
If it works out, it's the best thing in the world. If it doesn't work out, it's like having your heart torn… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
The heart wants what it wants, Dolp. You don't plan on making your life complicated, it just happens,and you don"t do it… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
Somehow I think Trophy Wives wear more makeup and less cutlery. But hey, I haven't ever met a Trophy Wife, maybe I'm… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
We are not created equal in talent. But the place where we are least equal is the heart. You can work at… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
People talk of sorrow as if it is soft, a thing of water and tears. But true sorrow is not soft. True… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
I hate being awake at three in the morning. It is the godforsaken heart of darkness when the body runs slow, and… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
Remember the three rules of vampire hunting. One: Never, ever look them in the eyes. Two: Never, ever give up your cross.… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
You can not die of grief, though it feels as if you can. A heart does not actually break, though sometimes your… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
There was a time when you would have taken my heart with stake or gun. Now you have taken it with these… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
Your heart is not a wound to be poked at to see if the scab is ready to come off. You can… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
“Edward: I don't know whether to put my fingers in my ears and go la-la-la or find more of your guards so we can… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
If you’re alive, don’t move, if you’re dead, don’t worry about it. — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
So many wonderful books to write, and not enough hours in the day. An embarrassment of riches. — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
Money doesn't spend in hell.... The devil deals in a different coin. — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
There comes a point when you either embrace who and what you are, or condemn yourself to be miserable all your days. Other people… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
“I slowed, just a little, one to save energy, and one to let Russell catch up sooner. I took a big breath and prepared.… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
“It wasn't just my beast's hunger, but Jean-Claude's blood thirst and Richard's craving for flesh. It was all that and the ardeur running through… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
I know that look, Blake. You are a drowning woman, and the only way out is down the aisle. — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
“Just another day in my life. This was one of those days when I thought that maybe a new life, a different life, wouldn't… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
“What is that old children’s rhyme, ‘Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me’? Anyone who says that doesn’t… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
...you don't need ghosts to be haunted. Memory does that just fine without any supernatural help at all. — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
I hated missing the end of anything. I was always convinced that the bit I'd miss would be the best part. — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
