There’s no point in fighting the tide. It ebbs. It flows. You ride it. Karen Marie Moning More Quotes by Karen Marie Moning More Quotes From Karen Marie Moning I kept it to remind me that although there is evil, there is sometimes beauty and light. You, Jillian. You were always my light. Karen Marie Moning light evil sometimes I wake up wating you. I fall asleep wanting you. I watch a magnificent sunrise and can think only of sharing it with you. I glimpse a piece of amver and see your eyes. Jillian, I've caught a disease, and the fever abates only when I'm near you. Karen Marie Moning eye fall thinking When you were too young and naïve to see the risks, I incurred your wrath to protect you. Scream at me for it if you must. Thank me for it when you finally grow up. Karen Marie Moning growing-up risk wrath Could words and symbols wield such power? Could mere scribblings on parchment unmake a person's moral fiber? Weren't we made of sterner stuff? Karen Marie Moning moral-fiber made stuff I'd never been turned on by the Ken doll—even before I looked down his pants and saw what was missing. Karen Marie Moning pants dolls missing The wisest man is the silent one. Examine his actions. Judge him by them. Karen Marie Moning wisest-man judging men Safety is a fence, and fences are for sheep. Karen Marie Moning safety fence sheep He is in my soul and i am in his, and we are in bed but we are in a desert, and i do not know where he begins and i end - Mac Karen Marie Moning desert bed soul The inspector ate only two of my tiny sandwiches: the first because he hadnt expected it to taste so awful; the second, I think, because hed thought surely the first must have been a mistake. Karen Marie Moning mistake two thinking Silence isn't golden, it's deadly. It's a vacuum that fills up with ghosts. Karen Marie Moning golden vacuums silence Who would ever understand me? Karen Marie Moning understand-me I'd rather live a hard life of fact than a sweet life of lies. Karen Marie Moning hard-life sweet lying I am a kite in a tornado, but I have a long string. Karen Marie Moning tornadoes kites long A lamb in a city of wolves. Karen Marie Moning lambs cities 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 duh blank magic It began as most thing begin. Not on a dark and stormy night. Not foreshadowed by ominous here comes the villain music, dire warning at the bottom of a teacup, or dread portents in the sky. It began small and innocuously, as most catastrophes do. A butterfly flaps its wings somewhere and the wind changes, and a warm front hits a cold front off the coast of western Africa and before you know it you’ve got an hurricane closing in. By the time anyone figured out the storm was coming, it was too late to do anything but batten down the hatches and exercise damage control. Karen Marie Moning butterfly dark exercise The battle had been invisible to the naked eye, but the hardest ones are. Karen Marie Moning naked battle eye As she lifted the glittering strand of diamonds from the box, a small slip of paper fell out. She caught it as it wafted toward the floor. Four words in ancient script, an arrogantly slanted scrawl. Accept these, accept me. Well, she thought, blinking, that was certainly direct and to the point. -Adam's note to Gabrielle Karen Marie Moning scripts four paper He lives. I breathe. I want. Him. Always. Fire to my ice. Ice to my fever. -Mac Karen Marie Moning ice fire want What are you? A man with a rope? Ha-ha. Karen Marie Moning rope men
