110+ Karen Marie Moning Quotes On Friendship, Watch Hill And Fantasy

Karen Marie Moning is an American author best known for her urban fantasy series, Fever. She has also written several paranormal romance series, as well as a historical fantasy series. Moning is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author who has won numerous awards for her work. Following is our collection on famous quotes by Karen Marie Moning on love, friendship, watch hill.

Top 10 Karen Marie Moning Quotes

1. Valhalla on the right. Paradise regained on the left. Stuck between a Godiva truffle and a chocolate eclair. Between a rock and a very hard place. Two very hard places from the looks of it.
2. I'm sorry your pretty little world got all screwed up, but everybody's does, and you go on. It's how you go on that defines you.
3. There should be a vaccine against Adam Black. And all women should be given it at birth.
4. That part of his body was simply uncontrollable, apparently functioning in accordance to a single law of nature: She existed--he got a hard-on.
5. Some people bring out the worst in you, others bring out the best, and then there are those remarkably rare, addictive ones who just bring out the most. Of everything.
6. Life's a choice: you can live in black and white, or you can live in colour. I'll take every shade of the rainbow and the gazillion in between!
7. Nobody looks good in their darkest hours. But it's those hours that make us what we are.
8. Fire to my ice. Ice to my fever.
9. The most confused we ever get is when we're trying to convince our heads of something our heart knows is a lie.
10. It's so easy to lie. What’s even worse is how we cling to those lies. We beg for the illusion so we don’t have to face the truth, don’t have to feel alone.

Karen Marie Moning Short Quotes

• Four: If you try to force yourself into my head, I will force myself into your pants.
• See me when you look at me.
• Jericho Barrons was my poison now.
• You're Mac, and I'm Jericho. And nothing else matters.
• There’s no point in fighting the tide. It ebbs. It flows. You ride it.
• The wisest man is the silent one. Examine his actions. Judge him by them.
• Even I don't know what you're doing, and I know everything.
• Evil is a completely different creature, Mac. Evil is bad that believes it's good.
• I am a kite in a tornado, but I have a long string.
• I'd rather live a hard life of fact than a sweet life of lies.

Karen Marie Moning Quotes About Love

He pulls me around and kisses me. "You're Mac," he says. "And I'm Jericho. And nothing else matters. Never will. You exist in a place that is beyond all rules for me. Do you understand that?" I do. Jericho Barrons just told me he loves me. — Karen Marie Moning

Jericho Barrons just told me he loves me. — Karen Marie Moning

Love knows no right or wrong. Love is. Only is. — Karen Marie Moning

One day you will kiss a man you can't breathe without, and find that breath is of little consequence. — Karen Marie Moning

Caring is love. And love fights! Love doesn't look for the path of least resistance. — Karen Marie Moning

I love books, by the way, way more than movies. Movies tell you what to think. A good book lets you choose a few thoughts for yourself. — Karen Marie Moning

Yes, I have loved, Ms. Lane, and although it's none of your business, I have lost. Many things. — Karen Marie Moning

A woman who’s lived in a cage all her life. And hates it. Bored in there, aren’t you. Waiting for life to happen. And when it finally does, it steals from you what you loved most. So take back. Explode. Lash out. Blow up — Karen Marie Moning

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. Oxygen is trivial. Desire makes life happen. Makes it matter. Makes everything worth it. Desire is life. Hunger to see the next sunrise or sunset. To touch the one you love. To try again. — Karen Marie Moning

I hope when I'm ninety-five the only things I want are free: love, family, a good home-cooked meal. — Karen Marie Moning

Karen Marie Moning Famous Quotes And Sayings

And now she was just Gabby, currently staying in a dreamy, magnificent castle in Scotland with a Fae prince who did all kinds of non-nasty, non-inhuman things like tearing up lists of names, and returning tadpoles to lakes, and saving people's lives. Not to mention kissing with all the otherwordly splendor of a horny angel. — Karen Marie Moning

Abruptly, she knew that after this night she was never going to be the same again. Nothing was ever going to be the same. Oh, yes, the man could define himself as the dawning of an epoch if he wanted to. There was, quite simply, before Adam and after Adam. — Karen Marie Moning

Time heals. No, it doesn't. At best, time is the great leveler, sweeping us all into coffins. We find ways to distract ourselves from the pain. Time is neither scalpel nor bandage. It is indifferent. Scar tissue is not a good thing. It is merely the wound's other face. — Karen Marie Moning

Dying is overrated. Human sentimentality has twisted it into the ultimate act of love. Biggest load of bullshit in the world. Dying for someone isn't the hard thing. The man that dies escapes. Plain and simple. Game over. End of pain...Try living for someone. Through it all-good, bad, thick, thin, joy, suffering. That's the hard thing. — Karen Marie Moning

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 is one of the distinguishing characteristics between survivors and victims. Letting go of what was, to survive what is. — Karen Marie Moning

No matter how people try to dispute it, perception is reality. Its what you choose to believe that makes you the person you are. — Karen Marie Moning

If he’d been any other man and i'd been any other girl, I’d have called the narrowing of his heavy-lidded dark eyes lust. But he was Barrons and I was Mac, and a blossoming of lust was about as likely as orchids blooming in Antarctica — Karen Marie Moning

I've tried to move [the sidhe-seers] during times of peace and quiet and had the luck of a broken mirror nailed beneath an upside-down horseshoe with a ladder nearby that a black cat just walked under. — Karen Marie Moning

I’m asking the questions tonight.” One day I was going to write a book: How to Dictate to a Dictator and Evade an Evader, subtitled How to Handle Jericho Barrons. — Karen Marie Moning

You might be able to thrash your way out of a spiderweb, but thrashing in quicksand doesn’t work. The harder you fight, the more ground you lose. Struggling merely expedites your inevitable defeat. — Karen Marie Moning

Just saying, things ain't always bad just 'cause you don't understand 'em or ain't like 'em. That's like thinking anybody who's smarter or faster is dangerous just 'cause they got more brains or quicker feet. Ain't fair. Peeps can't help how they're born. — Karen Marie Moning

Oh, for heaven's sake, she thought with droll exasperation, this certainly explains a lot. It's no wonder I haven't been able to keep my hands off the blasted man since the day I met him. He's an artifact! A Celtic one at that! — Karen Marie Moning

Nobody looks good in their darkest hour. But it's those hours that make us what we are. We stand strong, or we cower. We emerge victorious, tempered by our trails, or fracture by a permanent, damning fault line. — Karen Marie Moning

Barrons had just given me the most carnal, sexually charged hungry look I'd ever seen in my life, and I was pretty sure he didn't even know he had done it. — Karen Marie Moning

You want to believe in black and white, good and evil, heroes that are truly heroic, villains that are just plain bad, but I've learned in the past year that things are rarely so simple. The good guys can do some truly awful things, and the bad guys can sometimes surprise the heck out of you. — Karen Marie Moning

It's just another of Robin's sayings. Like, 'Holy strawberries, Batman, we're in a jam! Or, Holy Kleenex, Batman, it was right under our nose and we blew it! — Karen Marie Moning

Although it may not seem like it, this isn’t a story about darkness. It’s about light. Kahlil Gibran says Your joy can fill you only as deeply your sorrow has carved you. If you’ve never tasted bitterness, sweet is just another pleasant flavor on your tongue. One day I’m going to hold a lot of joy. — Karen Marie Moning

Barrons laughed again. "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

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

Don't leave me, Rainbow Girl." Rainbow Girl. Was that who I was? It seemed so long ago. I smiled faintly. "Remember the skirt I wore to Mallucé's the night you told me to dress Goth?" "It's upstairs in your closet. Never throw it away. It looked like a wet dream on you. — Karen Marie Moning

Hope strengthens. Fear kills[...] That simple adage is master of every situation, every choice. Each morning we wake up, we get to choose between hope and fear and apply one of those emotions to everything we do. Do we greet things that come our way with joy? Or suspicion? — Karen Marie Moning

Sometimes I worry that there’s not enough room in my brain for both my dreams and reality that I’m a hard drive with limited gigabytes and one day I won’t be able to maintain the firewall between them. I wonder if that’s what senility is. — Karen Marie Moning

If aught must be lost, ‘twill be my honor for yours. If one must be forsaken, ‘twill be my soul for yours. Should death come anon, ‘twill be my life for yours. I am Given. — Karen Marie Moning

Nightfall. “What a strange word. ‘Night’ I get. But ‘fall’ is a gentle word. Autumn leaves fall, swirling with languid grace To carpet the earth with their dying blaze. Tears fall, like liquid diamonds Shimmering softly, before they melt away. Night doesn’t fall here. It comes slamming down. — Karen Marie Moning

I am a kite in a tornado but I have a long string. There is tension in my line. Somewhere, someone is holding onto the other end and, although it cannot spare me this storm, it will not let me be lost while I regain my strength. It is enough. — Karen Marie Moning

Life's not linear at all. It happens in lighting flashes. So fast you don't see those lay-you-out cold moments coming at you until you're Wile E. Coyote, steamrolled flat as a pancake by the Road Runner, victim of your own elaborate schemes. — Karen Marie Moning

It's just that in the Deep South, women learn at a young age that when the world is falling apart around you, it's time to take down the drapes and make a new dress. — Karen Marie Moning

Last night you said you wanted to know what to expect so you could better select your attire. I told you we were going to visit a vampire in a Goth-den tonight. Why, then, Ms. Lane, do you look like a perky rainbow? — Karen Marie Moning

I'm a bartender. I like recipes. They're concretes. Was the drink recipe for seduction one shot charm and two shots self-deception, shaken, not stirred? — Karen Marie Moning

I wondered what one wore to visit a vampire. The chic red sweater set didn't go so well with my darker hair, and I was afraid it might be construed as a flirtatious invitation to color me bloodier. — Karen Marie Moning

His face was in my neck and he was breathing hard. Was he grieving me? Already? Would he miss me? Had I, in some tiny way, come to matter to this enigmatic, hard, brilliant, obsessed man? I realised he'd come to matter to me. Good or evil, right or wrong, he mattered to me. — Karen Marie Moning

Then you will simply have to see for yourself. Touch me, lass. Feel my ...sock." His silver gaze sizzled with challenge, as he unzipped his zipper. Uh-uh." She shook her head for added emphasis. Then find me a pair of trews that doona threaten to sever my manparts. — Karen Marie Moning

His coworker was velvety-skinned, a sexy boy-on-the-cusp-of man. — Karen Marie Moning

My breathing was shallow and my hands were fists. 'Oh, yes, I'm going to have to kill you Barrons.' I said coolly, Partly because, for the most miniscule sliver of an instant, while looking at those handcuffs, I'd imagined myself climbing back into bed and pretending I wasn't cured yet. — Karen Marie Moning

The entire time I'm burning in Hell, I'll regret each tear I made you weep. But if Hell were the price for twenty days with you, I'd condemn myself again and again. - Cian MacKeltar — Karen Marie Moning

He goes for stark versus accessorized, dark over bright, jewel tone instead of pastel, carnal over flirty. — Karen Marie Moning

Sometimes my dreams feel so real it's hard to believe they're just the subconscious's stroll across a whimsical map that has no true north. — Karen Marie Moning

Question: When you’re one of the few people who can do something to fix a problem, just how responsible does that make you for it? Answer: It’s how you choose to answer that question that defines you. — Karen Marie Moning

I didn’t ask. Some things are better left unsaid. He looked at me and I shivered. I never get enough of him. Never will. He lives. I breathe. I want. Him. Always. Fire to my ice. Ice to my fever. Later we would go to bed, and when he rose over me, dark and vast and eternal, I’d know joy. — Karen Marie Moning

The real thinkers of the world aren't the best dressed. Staying on top of the latest fashions, accessorizing, and presenting oneself is time consuming. It takes a lot of effort, energy and concentration to be incessantly happy and perfectly groomed. You meet somebody like that- ask yourself what they're running from. — Karen Marie Moning

I know part of what turns me on so hard, makes me so violent with lust, is that he's dangerous. I fell for the bad guy. I'm crazy about the one who's trouble. The alpha that doesn't play well with others and doesn't take orders from anyone. — Karen Marie Moning

I would wear pink because I knew my future was anything but rosy. I would accessorize myself to the hilt, and I would wear flirty shoes because my world needed more beauty to counter all the ugliness in it. I would wear pink because I hated gray, I didn’t deserve white, and I was sick of black. — Karen Marie Moning

Its our actions that define us. What we choose. What we resist. What we're willing to die for. — Karen Marie Moning

Fear and doubt are major stampeders. — Karen Marie Moning

We're translating the Kama Sutra," Barrons said, with interactive aids. — Karen Marie Moning

The power of thought is far greater than most people ever realize. — Karen Marie Moning

As his other hand began to slip around her waist, his body brushed against hers, and there was no mistaking the thick, hard ridge grazing her jean-clad bottom. Heavens, did that thing never subside? The rest of him might be mortal, but his immortal erection certainly didn't scan to have gotten the memo. — Karen Marie Moning

He didn't just kiss, he claimed ownership. Took her mouth with urgency, as if his life depended on his kissing her. — Karen Marie Moning

I don't know about you, but I call impromptu vomiting harm. — Karen Marie Moning

I was stunned to see that he looked stunned himself, which was an exorbitant display of emotion for Barrons. — Karen Marie Moning

I think dating courtesies are common courtesies that should be practiced in most all civilized encounters. I pine for the days of good, old-fashioned manners. — Karen Marie Moning

Gah, some chicks should be shot. Put out of everyone else's reproduction pool. — Karen Marie Moning

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

You'll never be just anything. A tsunami can never be just a wave (...) Waves are banal. Tsunamis reshape the Earth — Karen Marie Moning

He lives. I breathe. I want. Him. Always. Fire to my ice. Ice to my fever. -Mac — Karen Marie Moning

-I'm going to kill the kid. - Barrons says faintly. Ryodan makes a burbling sound like a bodly laught. -Get in line — Karen Marie Moning

Werewolves? Oh please, just plain stupid. Who wants to get it on with a man ruled by his inner dog? — Karen Marie Moning

Turn it off," Ryodan says without even looking at me. "You're distressing Dani. No one distresses Dani but me. — Karen Marie Moning

When you know who I am. Let me be your man. — Karen Marie Moning

Truth hurts. But lies can kill. — Karen Marie Moning

I'm his locomotive and he's my shield. — Karen Marie Moning

You're not falling for me, are you, Irish?" -Adam to Gabrielle — Karen Marie Moning

Dubh is do?" I was incredulous. It was no wonder I hadn't been able to find the stupid word. "Should I be calling pubs poos?" "Dubh is Gaelic, Ms. Lane. Pub is not. — Karen Marie Moning

What is the greater good but tyranny’s chameleon? — Karen Marie Moning

The running pants were tolerable, Drustan decided, relieved. The blue trews had clearly been a torture device and would have strangled a man's seed. Mayhap men were fashioned differently in her time. He hadn't seen one other bulge out there on the street; mayhap they all had wee carrots in their trews. — Karen Marie Moning

One of the primary tenets of the course was that highly successful leaders kept journals, morning and night, in order to stay tightly focused on their goals. — Karen Marie Moning

Don't accuse me of being morbid when I'm merely the product of a culture that buries the bones of the ones they love in pretty, manicured flower gardens so they can keep them nearby and go talk to them whenever they feel troubled or depressed. That's morbid. Not to mention bizarre. Dogs bury bones, too. — Karen Marie Moning

The two of you are getting downright chatty, aren't you, Ms. Lane? When did you last see him? what else did he tell you? I'm asking the questions tonight. If an illusion of control comforts you, Ms. Lane, by all means, cling to it. — Karen Marie Moning

He looked blank. “He’s the one who’s been doing the magic against us?” “Duh,” I said. “Doona be ‘duh’ing me, lass,” he growled, his burr thickening. — Karen Marie Moning

Lose the pessimism, Ms. Lane. It's a self-fulfilling prophecy. — Karen Marie Moning

But he didn't need to seek visual confirmation of what he'd just heard to know she had. And the truth was, he couldn't blame her. He'd not have let her die, either. He'd have moved mountains. He'd have battled God or Devil for his wife's life. She'd betrayed him. He smiled faintly. — Karen Marie Moning

He wasn't handsome. That was too calm a word. He was intensely masculine. He was sexual. He attracted. — Karen Marie Moning

Suddenly so many things she'd overheard her brothers and Quinn saying when Grimm had been in residence made sense, and upon reflection she suspected a part of her had always known. Her love was a legendary warrior who had grown to despise himself, cut off from his roots. But now that he was home and given the time to explore those roots, he might be able to make peace with himself at long last. — Karen Marie Moning

She glanced rapidly between them, blinking and hoping her double vision would go away. They were glaring at each other. Would they fight? If she saw her own double she probably be tempted to punch it once or twice. Especially today. For being so stupid. — Karen Marie Moning

Some of us are born more than once. Some of us recreate ourselves many times. Ryodan says adaptability is survivability. Ryodan says a lot of stuff. Sometimes I listen, All I know is, every time I open my eyes, my brian kicks on. Something wakes up deep in my belly, and I know I'll do anything it takes... To. Just. Keep. Breathing. — Karen Marie Moning

When he'd pushed inside me and I'd feel him begin to penetrate, it had turned me into a wild thing-hot, wet, and desperate for more of him. With every kiss, every caress, every thrust, I'd just needed more. He'd touched me, I went nuts. The world dwindled down to one thing: him. — Karen Marie Moning

My heart has jet lag. — Karen Marie Moning

Hours later, Adam propped himself up on an elbow and stared down at Gabrielle, pondering what made beauty. He thought he was beginning to understand. It wasn't symmetry of features; it wasn't perfection. It was uniqueness. That which one person had that no other possessed. That which was only their own. — Karen Marie Moning

Churches crack me up. They're like money, a conspiracy of faith. Like everyone agreed to believe that not only is there a God, but he comes down and checks on folks, so long as they hang in certain places, put up alters, burn lots of candles and incense, and perform sit-stand-kneel and other wacky rituals that'd make a coven of witches not look OCD. — Karen Marie Moning

It's not my fault who I am. The only think that's my fault is what I choose to do — Karen Marie Moning

Life Lessons by Karen Marie Moning

1. Karen Marie Moning's work emphasizes the importance of resilience and courage in the face of adversity. She encourages readers to take risks, challenge themselves, and never give up on their dreams.
2. Her stories often feature strong female protagonists who use their determination and strength to overcome obstacles and reach their goals.
3. Moning's work emphasizes the power of imagination and creativity, showing readers that anything is possible if they are willing to put in the effort and never give up.