Kelly Moran Quotes

Her mother and memory lapses were BFFs.

We are all the same and we are all different. What great friends we will be.

I'll never get to hear her say, 'I love you, Mommy,' like other parents take for granted.

Love is a gift. One that doesn't need to be returned, just accepted.

You keep looking at me like that and we won't make it through dinner. I'll take you right there on that counter. No doubt you'd taste better.

The time has come. I know you, and now you will know me. Ever Yours.

Yes, best friend of mine. I am the famous photographer you've admired for years, and the man who's admired you.

Beauty like hers had no place in his life.

Say yes. Open your eyes, see that it's me, and say yes.

The day I died was just like any other idle Thursday.

Born with a silver spoon in his mouth, he was going out with a rifle in his hand.

I don’t just want you to come. I want you to come undone

He didn’t know what was hotter, her Star Wars reference or the breathiness with which she spoke it.

Redemption was asking too much, but he could hope. Something told him he’d still be seeking absolution when he took his last breath on some distant day.

He needed a stiff drink. With a side of straightjacket.

She broke my heart over and over, day after day, but I love her.

Delicately, she parted her lips, swept them against his, and kissed first his top, then the bottom. Letting her lead, he pinched his brows together and held still. She didn’t come at him with fire. She told him a story. And he’d be damned if it didn’t start with once upon a time like she were proving he was some kind of hero. Specifically, hers.

At least that left hope for him. Except "Beauty and the Geek" wasn’t exactly the proper translation of the popular fairy tale.

Considering she’d just blown his gray matter into the ether, he was screwed.

You knew me before I made my millions, and you were nice to me when you didn’t have to be. That’s the kind of person I want in my corner.

I give you my love & my luck. Don't throw either away.

He was a drool-worthy, panty-drenching, yummy work of masculine art.

He slid the photo out and raised it. The sun washed out any distinguishable characteristics. All except her eyes. He didn’t need a picture to remember those. As turquoise as the waters near Cozumel, and just as warm.

This was sharing office space with wacko and bordering on ludicrous.

She had platonic all but tattooed on her forehead.

Urges. Mercy, the urges.

I loved you as a boy and fell in love with you as a man. You’re in here so deep that there is no you, no me. Only us.

For a guy who wore layers upon layers of armor, his give-a-shit was showing.

Maybe pulling her emotions out and inserting in his logic would change this morbid course. But damn if he’d joke about it like she did.

Go get dirty, baby girl. And I mean the naked kind.

Orgasms are a myth. Like good credit scores.

The first sign that Karma was now in cahoots with the Devil Incarnate to ruin her existance should've been before sunrise and pre-coffee.

She held my face in her hands as if I was the treasure.

The truth is I do love you. Admitting that means opening myself up to all that pain when you leave. After you realize this wasn’t love, but gratitude.

You are no star, Gabby. You're the sky. The rest of us are just circling your orbit.

Calm down. Ghosts don’t ring the doorbell.

She needed to come with an instructional manual. And one not written in Spanish.

He could’ve penned a rendition of Moby Dick in Pig Latin and he wouldn’t have been the wiser.

She knew her place in this family, always had. Knew why she was conceived. And it wasn't for a photo on the mantle.

Common sense got drunk and giddy when Olivia was on the premises. Maybe he should just raise a glass, too, and dub reason a lost cause.

Hunter versus prey, and the look in his eyes told her, in no uncertain terms, eating her alive was a distinct possibility.

He'd bet his right nut her skin would taste as good as it smelled.

I'd have your back off-site too, if you'd let me." ~Cain, Ghost of You

Hazard of the job. That's Ode de Anal Gland you smell.

Just about every available female--and some unavailable--seemed to think the way to his heart was through his blood sugar levels.

How southern belle of her.

Lucifer was engraving Nate’s name on a cage right now.

A city full of eight million people. It was all rather lonely sometimes.

She may resemble a mythical angel, but she moved like an x-rated wet dream

Damn, her mouth was a weapon.

If this was what caring about someone was like, what the hell was he supposed to do? Because he couldn’t handle it, couldn’t live like this.

Considering I'm a writer, you leave me strangely bereft of words.

I’d tell you not to swoon, but he’d catch you, so never mind.

Her sudden grin depleted some of his brain cells. She was evil like that.

That dress was designed to be a kill switch for rational thought.

Organization takes the fun out of everything.

Life Lessons According to Camryn:One must handle stress like a dog; if you can't eat it or play with it, pee on it and walk away

He was going to need God Almighty to come down from On High to explain this one.

There. Let the gods of friendship and common sense strike him dead.

She was thinking of doing a little Cuervo therapy.