965 Quotes by Karen Marie Moning

Love? Can I even feel it anymore? I’ve hated everyone and everything around me since the moment I began to change. I ran from those who cared about me. I concede it’s possible my hatred hastened the changes, fed the wrong things, starved the right ones. But love? To feel it here and now? I’m not sure it’s even possible. Och, but of course it is.

They loved so intensely that moments of their life have been etched into the very fabric of the mansion. Some say the king designed it that way, so if one day he lost her he could come live with her residue.

Once, long ago in her world, a sunny day in spring was her favorite, but now a sunny day in winter delights her more. It is the perfect metaphor for their love. Sunshine on ice. She warms his frost. He cools her fever.

God Said: Let there be light! I said: Say please.

Holy psychotic PCs, Robin, we’ve a murderous MacBook on the loose!

She knew what she wanted: the best. He knew what he was: the best. They enhanced each other’s finest qualities, as true love will.

I think that’s what love is; holding someone sacred, honoring them, protecting them, living up to the very best of them.

Using your own time to make someone else’s life better is, like, the nicest thing you can do for anybody.

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?