Mom raised us to believe that every lie puts something out there in the world that's inevitably going to come back and bite you in the petunia. Karen Marie Moning More Quotes by Karen Marie Moning More Quotes From 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 anonsoulhonor I'd learned a thing or two. Hope strengthens. Fear kills. Karen Marie Moning two I was about to look away when he reached across the seat, touched my jaw with his long, strong, beautiful fingers, and caressed my face. Being touched by Jericho Barrons with kindness makes you feel like you must be the most special person in the world. It’s like walking up to the biggest, most savage lion in the jungle, lying down, placing your head it its mouth and, rather than taking your life, it licks you and purrs. Karen Marie Moning strongkindnessbeautiful 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. Movies show you the pink house. A good book tells you there's a pink house and lets you paint some of the finishing touches, maybe choose the roof style,park your own car out front. My imagination has always topped anything a movie could come up with. Case in point, those darned Harry Potter movies. That was so not what that part-Veela-chick, Fleur Delacour, looked like. Karen Marie Moning imaginationbookthinking You can’t look at someone with your eyes and take their measure. You have to look with the heart. Karen Marie Moning eyeheartlooks Using your own time to make someone else’s life better is, like, the nicest thing you can do for anybody. Karen Marie Moning can-do Although love could grow in times of peace, it tempered in battle. Daddy told me once - when I'd said something about how perfect his relationship with Mom was - that I should have seen the first five years of their marriage, that they'd fought like hellions, crashed into each other like two giant stones. That eventually they'd eroded each other into the perfect fit, become a single wall, nestled into each other's curves and hollows, her strengths chinking his weaknesses, her weaknesses reinforced by his strengths. Karen Marie Moning wallmomtwo Life equaled love plus passion squared. Loving and being passionate about what one did was what made life so precious. Karen Marie Moning loving-lifepassionmade I wasn't prepared for death. Nobody is. You lose someone you love more than you love yourself, and you get a crash course in mortality. You lie awake night after night, wondering if you really believe in heaven and hell and finding all kinds of reasons to cling to faith, because you can't bear to believe they aren't out there somewhere, a few whispered words of a prayer away. Karen Marie Moning love-yourselfprayerlying 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 readinginspiringbook 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 dreamworryreality 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 simplejoymorning There are only shades of gray. Black and white are nothing more than lofty ideals in our minds, the standards by which we try to judge things, and map out our place in the world in relevance to them. Good and evil, in their purest form, are as intangible and forever beyond our ability to hold in our hand as any Fae illusion. We can only aim at them, aspire to them, and hope not to get so lost in the shadows that we can no longer aim for the light. Karen Marie Moning black-and-whitelighthands I hope when I'm ninety-five the only things I want are free: love, family, a good home-cooked meal. Karen Marie Moning family-lovemealshome 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, I know. I think I’ve finally graduated from the don’t-knows that don’t know to the don’t-knows that do. Karen Marie Moning dadstupidthinking Every time I think I’m getting wiser, more in control of my actions, I go slamming into a situation that makes me excruciatingly aware that all I’ve succeeded in doing is swapping one set of delusions for a more elaborate, attractive set of delusions Karen Marie Moning swappingactionthinking 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 answersdoepeople Your feet will bring you to where your heart is. Karen Marie Moning feetheart 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 feetbrainthinking She understood now why her friend Elizabeth, with her near-genius, analytical mind gave wide berth to murder mysteries, psychological thrillers, and horror stories, and read only romance novels. Because, by God, when a woman picked up one of those steamy books, she had a firm guarantee that there would be a Happily-Ever-After. That though the world outside those covers could bring such sorrow and disappointment and loneliness, between those covers, the world was a splendid place to be. Karen Marie Moning lonelinessdisappointmentbook
