“You want to believe in black and white, good and evil, heroes that are truly heroic, villains that are just plain bad, but I've learned in the past year that things are rarely so simple. The good guys can do some truly awful things, and the bad guys can sometimes surprise the heck out of you.”
―
Karen Marie Moning,
Darkfever
“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, Bloodfever
“Life's a choice: you can live in black and white, or you can live in colour. I'll take every shade of the rainbow and the gazillion in between!” ― Karen Marie Moning, Iced
“They say that not matter how old you become, when you are with your siblings, you revert back to childhood.” ― Karen White, The Memory of Water
“I think I’m under control, that I’ve stripped away all weaknesses. That committing to my mission has made me impervious. I’m wrong. The thought of Barrons smiling brings other thoughts.Barrons naked.Dancing.Dark head thrown back.Laughing.The image doesn’t “gently swim up in my mind” in a dreamy sort of way, like I’ve seen in movies. No, this one slams into my head like a nuclear missile, exploding in my brain in graphic detail. I suffocate in a mushroom cloud of pain.I can’t breathe. I squeeze my eyes shut.White teeth flashing in his dark face: I get knocked down but I get up again. You’re never gonna keep me down.I stagger.But he didn’t get up, the bastard. He stayed down.” ― Karen Marie Moning, Shadowfever
“Holy cow,” Chloe said faintly.“No kidding,” Gwen breathed.The sexy Fae prince flashed them a smile that was pure devilish charm, sexy and playful and mischievous, briefly catching the tip of his tongue between white teeth, before his lip curved, dark eyes sparkling gold.Gabby groaned. She choked on it hastily, camouflaging it with a dry little cough. Her own private stash of eye candy had just been made available for public consumption and she didn’t like it one bit. Apparently she wasn’t the only one.“Are you thinking what I’m thinking, Dageus?” Drustan said irritably.“Och, aye,” Dageus said darkly. “You liked him better invisible too?”“Och, aye.”“Should I curse him again?”“Och, aye.”Adam threw back his head and laughed, eyes sparkling with gold fire. “Bloody hell, it’s good to be back,” he purred.” ― Karen Marie Moning, The Immortal Highlander
“I would wear pink because I knew my future was anything but rosy. I would accessorize myself to the hilt, and I would wear flirty shoes because my world needed more beauty to counter all the ugliness in it. I would wear pink because I hated gray, I didn’t deserve white, and I was sick of black.” ― Karen Marie Moning, Bloodfever
“I know what it is to hope and pray so hard that you're sure God will answer your prayer just so you'll stop asking.” ― Karen White, The Beach Trees
“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.” ― Karen Marie Moning, Bloodfever
“Miles and years become suddenly invisible when you find yourself back where you started from, as if you've learned nothing and you are once again the person you once were.” ― Karen White, The Memory of Water
“Heaven, Kiwi thought, would be the reading room of a great library. But it would be private. Cozy. You wouldn’t have to worry about some squeaky-shoed librarian turning the lights off on you or gauging your literacy by reading the names on your book spines, and there wouldn’t be a single other patron. The whole place would hum with a library’s peace, filtering softly over you like white bars of light…” ― Karen Russell, Swamplandia!
“Adversity in life does not rob your heart of beauty. It simply teaches it a new song to sing.” ― Karen White, The Time Between
“There is how wewere before, and how we are now, and the time between is spent choosingwhich doors to open, and which to close.” ― Karen White, The Time Between
“Every woman should have a daughter to tell her stories to. Otherwise, the lessons learned are as useless as spare buttons from a discarded shirt. And all that is left is a fading name and the shape of a nose or the color of hair. The men who write the history books will tell you the stories of battles and conquests. But the women will tell you the stories of people's hearts.” ― Karen White, The Lost Hours
“The answers we seek aren't always the answers we want, are they? But knowing the truth is what helps us sleep at night.” ― Karen White, The Beach Trees
“Dani, Dani, Dani."I flinch. I've never heard anyone say my name so gently. It creeps me all kinds of out.He's towering over me, arms crossed over his chest, scarred forearms dark against the rolled-up sleeves of a crisp white shirt.Heavy silver cuffs glint at both wrists. The light is smack behind his head, as usual."You didn't really think I'd let you get away with it," Ryodan says.” ― Karen Marie Moning, Iced
“We live, we love. These are the choices we are given, to open doors or to close them. It is all we have, and it is enough” ― Karen White, The Time Between
“I wanted Ole Miss to feel special, but mostly I felt that the Ole Miss crowd looked at me like I was just white trash from a town full of trailers.… All was not lost. I saw the movie All The President’s Men, mostly because Robert Redford was the star. The fast-paced world of the Washington Post…captivated me. Sitting in a dark theater that afternoon, I fell in love with the idea of becoming a reporter. That was the movie that clinched my plan to major in journalism and political science…. I'd started Ole Miss as a Lady Rebel but left more rebellious than ladylike.” ― Karen Hinton, Penis Politics: A Memoir of Women, Men and Power
“You can’t imagine the white-hot fury someone who can’t sleep has toward the beautiful dreamer beside him.” ― Karen Joy Fowler, We Are All Completely Beside Ourselves
“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, Bloodfever
“Life's a choice: you can live in black and white, or you can live in colour. I'll take every shade of the rainbow and the gazillion in between!” ― Karen Marie Moning, Iced
“They say that not matter how old you become, when you are with your siblings, you revert back to childhood.” ― Karen White, The Memory of Water
“I think I’m under control, that I’ve stripped away all weaknesses. That committing to my mission has made me impervious. I’m wrong. The thought of Barrons smiling brings other thoughts.Barrons naked.Dancing.Dark head thrown back.Laughing.The image doesn’t “gently swim up in my mind” in a dreamy sort of way, like I’ve seen in movies. No, this one slams into my head like a nuclear missile, exploding in my brain in graphic detail. I suffocate in a mushroom cloud of pain.I can’t breathe. I squeeze my eyes shut.White teeth flashing in his dark face: I get knocked down but I get up again. You’re never gonna keep me down.I stagger.But he didn’t get up, the bastard. He stayed down.” ― Karen Marie Moning, Shadowfever
“Holy cow,” Chloe said faintly.“No kidding,” Gwen breathed.The sexy Fae prince flashed them a smile that was pure devilish charm, sexy and playful and mischievous, briefly catching the tip of his tongue between white teeth, before his lip curved, dark eyes sparkling gold.Gabby groaned. She choked on it hastily, camouflaging it with a dry little cough. Her own private stash of eye candy had just been made available for public consumption and she didn’t like it one bit. Apparently she wasn’t the only one.“Are you thinking what I’m thinking, Dageus?” Drustan said irritably.“Och, aye,” Dageus said darkly. “You liked him better invisible too?”“Och, aye.”“Should I curse him again?”“Och, aye.”Adam threw back his head and laughed, eyes sparkling with gold fire. “Bloody hell, it’s good to be back,” he purred.” ― Karen Marie Moning, The Immortal Highlander
“I would wear pink because I knew my future was anything but rosy. I would accessorize myself to the hilt, and I would wear flirty shoes because my world needed more beauty to counter all the ugliness in it. I would wear pink because I hated gray, I didn’t deserve white, and I was sick of black.” ― Karen Marie Moning, Bloodfever
“I know what it is to hope and pray so hard that you're sure God will answer your prayer just so you'll stop asking.” ― Karen White, The Beach Trees
“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.” ― Karen Marie Moning, Bloodfever
“Miles and years become suddenly invisible when you find yourself back where you started from, as if you've learned nothing and you are once again the person you once were.” ― Karen White, The Memory of Water
“Heaven, Kiwi thought, would be the reading room of a great library. But it would be private. Cozy. You wouldn’t have to worry about some squeaky-shoed librarian turning the lights off on you or gauging your literacy by reading the names on your book spines, and there wouldn’t be a single other patron. The whole place would hum with a library’s peace, filtering softly over you like white bars of light…” ― Karen Russell, Swamplandia!
“Adversity in life does not rob your heart of beauty. It simply teaches it a new song to sing.” ― Karen White, The Time Between
“There is how wewere before, and how we are now, and the time between is spent choosingwhich doors to open, and which to close.” ― Karen White, The Time Between
“Every woman should have a daughter to tell her stories to. Otherwise, the lessons learned are as useless as spare buttons from a discarded shirt. And all that is left is a fading name and the shape of a nose or the color of hair. The men who write the history books will tell you the stories of battles and conquests. But the women will tell you the stories of people's hearts.” ― Karen White, The Lost Hours
“The answers we seek aren't always the answers we want, are they? But knowing the truth is what helps us sleep at night.” ― Karen White, The Beach Trees
“Dani, Dani, Dani."I flinch. I've never heard anyone say my name so gently. It creeps me all kinds of out.He's towering over me, arms crossed over his chest, scarred forearms dark against the rolled-up sleeves of a crisp white shirt.Heavy silver cuffs glint at both wrists. The light is smack behind his head, as usual."You didn't really think I'd let you get away with it," Ryodan says.” ― Karen Marie Moning, Iced
“We live, we love. These are the choices we are given, to open doors or to close them. It is all we have, and it is enough” ― Karen White, The Time Between
“I wanted Ole Miss to feel special, but mostly I felt that the Ole Miss crowd looked at me like I was just white trash from a town full of trailers.… All was not lost. I saw the movie All The President’s Men, mostly because Robert Redford was the star. The fast-paced world of the Washington Post…captivated me. Sitting in a dark theater that afternoon, I fell in love with the idea of becoming a reporter. That was the movie that clinched my plan to major in journalism and political science…. I'd started Ole Miss as a Lady Rebel but left more rebellious than ladylike.” ― Karen Hinton, Penis Politics: A Memoir of Women, Men and Power
“You can’t imagine the white-hot fury someone who can’t sleep has toward the beautiful dreamer beside him.” ― Karen Joy Fowler, We Are All Completely Beside Ourselves
