965 Quotes by Karen Marie Moning

In the great pasture of life there are really only four kinds of creatures: sheep, as Dani likes to call them; shepherds who try to guide the sheep and keep them on the straight and narrow; sheepdogs who run them from field to field, prevent them from straying, and fight off the predators that come to slaughter and feast; and wolves, savage, fierce, and a law unto their own.

I’m usually so excited by the life I’m living I forget to take pictures.

The power of thought is far greater than most people ever realize.

I’m not afraid of Hell. I lived there once. And if I have to go back again, I’ll swagger through those gates with fire in my blood and war in my heart. And I’ll. Take. No. Prisoners.

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.

Yesterday was a memory. Today was a hope.

Life-giving, life-stealing, beautiful, a challenge to handle, worth learning to ride, full of fresh wonders every day – if he’d had a woman like the ocean in his bed, he’d still be there.

There aren’t many sins in my bible. Giving up is the greatest one of all.

Accept that you’re outgunned? Stay on the floor and don’t even try to fight? What kind of life is that?