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 My heart has jet lag. Karen Marie Moning lag jet heart My world we humans we’re just pawns on an immortal chessboard. Karen Marie Moning immortal pawns world If you already know the answer, Ms. Lane, don’t waste my time. You just wasted a month of it.” -Barrons Karen Marie Moning waste months answers Women have been repeating the same mistake since time began: falling for a man’s potential. We rarely see it the same way, and even more rarely care to achieve it. Karen Marie Moning mistake men fall He knows what I'm thinking. Always. We're connected. The atoms between us ferry messages back and forth. Karen Marie Moning atoms messages thinking Assume' makes an 'ass' out of 'u' and 'me'. Karen Marie Moning ass assuming He'd made her feel what Barrons made me feel. Bigger than I could possibly be, larger than life, on fire with possibilities, ecstatic to be breathing, impatient for the next moment together. She'd been happy in those last months, so alive and happy. Karen Marie Moning breathing fire together ... You have me in your mouth, you don't get anybody else. Or you don't get me." - Jericho Barrons Karen Marie Moning jericho-barrons jericho mouths We are not perfect. What god is Examine yours. According to your mythos he was so disappointed with his initial efforts creating your race that he tried again. At least we imprisoned our mistakes. Your god permits his to roam free. At a mere few thousand years old your creation myths are far more absurd than ours. Karen Marie Moning race mistake years What have you stuffed in your pants, MacKeltar?" she demanded. "Nothing that wasn't God-given," he replied stiffly. Gwen stared. "There's no way that's part of you. You must have gotten a sock or something stuck. Oh, my." She pried her gaze from his groin. Karen Marie Moning pants given way You and I more than anyone else in the universe are perfect for each other. Karen Marie Moning perfect-for-each-other universe perfect On the lips of my enemy, my sister’s lover, my lover’s killer, I taste the punishment I deserve. I taste oblivion. Karen Marie Moning killers punishment enemy I didn’t say, You are such a stuffy asshole. And he didn’t say, If you ever burn one of my quarter-of-a-million dollar rugs again I’ll take it out of your hide, and I didn’t say, Oh, honey, wouldn’t you like to? And he didn’t say Grow up, Ms. Lane, I don’t take little girls to my bed, and I didn’t say I wouldn’t go there if it was the only safe place from the Lord Master in all of Dublin. Karen Marie Moning growing-up bed girl Barrons knows virtually everything about me. I wouldn’t be surprised if somewhere he has a little file that encompasses my entire life to date, with neatly mounted, acerbically captioned photos—see Mac sunbathe, see Mac paint her nails, see Mac almost die. Karen Marie Moning nails paint littles I am so lonely without you, Aedan," Jane said simply. "You truly want me?" "More than anything. I'm only half without you." "Then you are my woman." His words were finality, a bond he would not permit broken. She had given herself to his keeping. He would never let her go. "And you'll never leave me?" she pressed. "I'll stay with you for all of ever, lass." Jane's eyes flared, and she looked at him strangely. "And then yet another day?" she asked breathlessly. "Oh, aye. Karen Marie Moning simply-you lonely eye He’s so beautiful,” she said wistfully. “He’s like an angel.” “Yep,” I agreed flatly. “The one that fell. Karen Marie Moning angel said beautiful 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 autumn night fall Regardless of how many people I surrounded myself with, no matter how many friends and family I loved and was loved by in return, I was alone at the moment of being born and at the moment of dying. Nobody came with you and nobody went with you. It was a journey of one. Karen Marie Moning dying journey people Daddy looked at her hard, and right before my eyes, he changed. I watched him inflate again, shake off his own emotions and puff himself up for her. Become her man. Her rock. I smiled. I loved him so much. He'd dragged mom kicking and screaming from grief once before and I knew I could rest easy that he would never let grief steal her from him again. No matter what happened to me. Karen Marie Moning grief mom eye You're not falling for me, are you, Irish?" -Adam to Gabrielle Karen Marie Moning highlander adam fall