There are two kinds of people in the world Ms. Lane: those who survive no matter the cost and those who are… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
The power of thought is far greater than most people ever realize. — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
You can't save people from themselves. You can only try to wake them up. — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
No matter how people try to dispute it, perception is reality. Its what you choose to believe that makes you the person… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
People treat you as badly as you let them treat you. Key word there: let. — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
Who and what we surround ourselves with is who and what we become. In the midst of good people, it is easy… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
Question: When you’re one of the few people who can do something to fix a problem, just how responsible does that make… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
Some people bring out the worst in you, others bring out the best, and then there are those remarkably rare, addictive ones… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
Some people fall apart when they get hurt. Puddle into apathy and despair and never recover. They wait all their lives for… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
people were just out of control! . . . They've all got cell phones stuck to their ears and yet I've never… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
I've spent enough time behind a bar that I've formed a few opinions about what people wear and what it says about… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
Every time I think I’m getting smarter I realize that I’ve just done something stupid. Dad says there are three kinds of people in the world: those who don’t know, and don’t know they don’t know; those who don’t know and do know they don’t know; and those who know and know how much they still don’t know. Heavy stuff,… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share
We see ourselves in other people’s eyes. It’s the nature of the human race; we are a species of reflection, hungry for… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
I realized early in my career that precisely what one reader doesn't like is what another reader loves. Collectively, any writer's audience presents a mishmash of expectations that can never all be met. What one-tenth of my readership may not be crazy about the other nine-tenths savors. The moment you start altering a book or a painting or any type… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share
Regardless of how many people I surrounded myself with, no matter how many friends and family I loved and was loved by… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
And now she was just Gabby, currently staying in a dreamy, magnificent castle in Scotland with a Fae prince who did all… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
Flirtation doesn't have to go somewhere; it certainly doesn't need to end up in bed. I like to think of it as… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
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… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share
There’s only one question that matters, Ms. Lane, and it’s the one you never get around to asking. People are capable of… — 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. I'd seen many things in his eyes in the time that I'd known him: lust, amusement, sympathy, mockery, caution, fury. But I had never seen this. Hope. Jericho Barrons had hope, and I was the reason… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share
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 of Barrons smiling brings other thoughts. Barrons naked. Dancing. Dark head thrown back. Laughing. The image doesn’t “gently swim up in my mind” in a dreamy sort of way, like I’ve seen in movies. No, this… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share
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 made excruciatingly clear to him that the human male brain and the human male c*ck couldn't both sustain sufficient amounts of blood to function at the same time. It was one or the other, and the… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share
“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
