Km Moronova Quotes

The Fabric of our Souls is thin and worn. We must be gentle and love tirelessly.

Promise me forever, Bun. You’re where my sanity starts.” I can hear the smile in his voice. “You are where mine ends.

What God? Tonight, you only scream and cry for me. No God will bear witness to what I make of you.

I saw a young woman. A confused little flower trying to bloom in the daylight when you were always meant to thrive beneath the stars, unlike those around you.

For the broken ones who are in need of something dark, morbid, and beautiful.

I was born with a bad heart—literally and figuratively. But you gave your heart to me, and because of you, I will live. Because of you, I will never take my life for granted ever again.

Remedium meum,” he says and a vulnerable smile crosses his lips. “My cure,

I like reading books when I’m not dying inside.

Together, our broken pieces can do anything.

You should wait… and it doesn’t have to be for anything specific. I’m just saying—wait for the weight of the world to pass. Wait until the tremors that wrack through your skull drift into the depths again. Wait until the sun rises, and the light makes you feel a little less pointless.

And just like that, I think I’ve found something as compelling as death.

I’ll stop you in your darkest hours. Do you promise to do the same for me?

Great. Our psychopath meets his match and now our lives are in their twisted hands.

Avoidance has always been my coping mechanism. If I don’t think about it, it doesn’t matter. My day goes on.

Never. I could never. Not you.” Because you make me feel things I’ve never experienced before. I could never hurt you. I could never let you go.

I want my love to haunt you. Until the stars die—until all the water in the ocean dries and we’re all that’s left in this cruel, dark world.

There’s something in the way he stares at me, like a starved man who’s contemplating a heinous act. You don’t have to tell me there isn’t one good thought in his head.

It’s okay to be small and hidden away. Most gems are.

She’s the image of heartache—and I want the pain she instills inside my heart forever.

Bunnies will consume their own under stress

Morphine. Her code name. I don’t think it’s a coincidence that it’s a pain relief medication. She’s the only thing that ever took the edge of life off my weary soul.

My mind is a plague that needs to be cured and people like me are damned to chase this mysterious elixir.

I wanted to stop being a disappointment to those who didn’t understand the battle I was having with my brain.

I’m burning inside, and it hurts. I just want to stop hurting.

It’s sad how ignorant to corruption we all are when we care about a person.

God, I hate flying. Everyone is angry and tired and so, so goddamn rude.

Red flags are flying all around this guy. But I can’t look away. He captivates me, scares me even and I can kill a man in five seconds flat.

For those who always fall in love with a fictional man that may or may not unalive you.

There is no life without you. There wasn’t one before, there sure as fuck won’t be one after,” he whispers. His eyes narrow with misery. “I love you, Bunny.

You should know that I die slowly with each tear you shed.

Only you seem to drive me to this place of madness. The things I want to do to you are beastly.

I want to dominate you. I want to break you into a million pieces and make you answer only to me. I want to keep you as far away from my squad as possible before I ruin what’s left of you. Because if you don’t leave, that’s what’s going to happen. I’ll break you, just like I break everything.

We are all ruined in some way, bruised and scarred. But those are the parts I love the most in others, so I want her to see mine too. Love isn’t conditional. The broken pieces of us should be where we start, not what we inevitably dig up after years of peeling back layers, only to be tired and skeptical.

Who taught you to beg for death just because you were a device?” My eyes widen and my lips part. “Nell… I know it wasn’t personal… I know you were just going through the motions.” He hiccups and reels back his emotions, tears still forming. “So why would I punish you? You’re just the weapon fired, not the evil that wields it.

Lanston Nevers “The Fabric of our Souls is thin and worn. We must be gentle and love tirelessly.

The fabric of our souls is thin—we’ve been wandering this world just to unite in this small corner of the universe.

My eyes drift down to his junk. I mean, come on, he’s wearing gray sweatpants—I can’t be blamed for noticing his package. Fall is gray sweatpants season, after all.

Love is an expensive piece of bullshit, and its price is your fucking soul.

I don’t wait to see who it is and my blade is thrusting up before the man has any clue who he’s fucking with.

There’s really only one person I’m worried about running into before tomorrow. They call him Bones.

He saw darkness in me and held out a hand to lead me further into the shadows.

Those who dance frequently with death tend to have a fondness for dark literature. Are you not so different?

I want to lean down and steal a kiss from her. Then a hundred more just to see what this strange feeling is that she instills in my chest. My fear of finding out keeps me at bay.

You brought me out of the dark, Em. I would’ve felt nothing forever if you hadn’t stumbled into my lap. I would’ve forgotten what tenderness still remains in a heart long after spiritual death,

Till death do us part, sunshine.

I want to know her completely, so much so that we’ll never be able to untwine our vines.

Liam?” “Yeah?” “If I’m tragic, what does that make you?” I think about that for a second. “Cruel.

You are real. This moment—this moment means everything to me. Real or not.

no great piece of art is made without a little suffering backing it.

The fabric of our souls is thin—we’ve been wandering this world just to unite in this small corner of the universe. Our connection is frightening and enchanting all at once.

Sometimes the darkness inside me thinks that this is what they’ve wanted all along—for me to finally give in. Well, welcome to the shit show. The curtain is finally closing.

No one else has experienced a love like Liam’s. It is chaotic. It is pure. It is love in its simplest, most cathartic form.

For those who have been burned by pain. It ruined us… but we rose from the ashes.

I’ll love you until the stars die. I’d follow you into the darkest night,” he says with a lovely lift of his lips. My cheeks warm.

Unfortunately, he’s my partner on Malum and I’m not sure how I’ll survive.

Easy killer, it’s just your favorite fuck boy.” Bradshaw’s voice is heavy with a smirk.

My dick is covered in your blood

My fatal flaw is the desire to fix broken things that don’t want or care to be fixed. I’m drawn to them like vultures are to carcasses.

Your light is contagious. Bright. I could find you in the depths of the underworld. Through mist and darkness. Through it all.

You are a dangerous little thing. Beautiful, but dangerous.

Do. Not. Fuck. The. Godling. I chide myself as her sweet scent nearly knocks me over.

I can handle all the weight of the worlds. Can you handle the pain in your heart, Kalel?

Even if our lives are shorter, I’m going to live every single one of them with you, Em. I love you. I yearn for you even in my dreams.

You are the bearer of my soul.

So weak for a wicked thing like me, aren’t you, Cameron?

You think I’ll spare you in the end, Emery, don’t you? I’m only trying to keep your fragile pieces together until the last song is sung. Until I’m the last thing you see.

I promise, Emery, when I kill you it will be with my knife to your heart. You’ll see me coming. You’ll know without a doubt that I’m going to take your life.

Most people aren’t drawn to the darkness in others. I can’t help but fawn over it. I don’t want to look away. Not when it’s him.

Is that why you burden me with those longing, haunting eyes? Do you find my story to be a sad one? What are you yearning for, Emery? Tell me, and whatever it is, I will give it to you.

I stop, not really knowing why. All I know is that I want to observe her from afar as much as I do up close. There’s something about the way she holds herself that demands my attention.

They are my take on yearning. You see, the moth is darkness, chasing the butterfly, craving the brightness of it. But when the moth is the one running, the butterfly, being light, chases it in return, unable to exist without the moth, because without darkness there is no light.

His cruel smile tells me that he enjoys giving out little promises of freedom. But I’m not sure I have much left in me to reach for the tendrils of hope. I’ve already given the world everything I have.

My light died a long time ago—flickering with the many exhales of disapproval until finally, with one big breath, it was blown completely out. Like a withering candle left out in the cold, surely to hush and diminish as expected.

Will you come with me? We can find our peace together. I know it in the marrow of my bones. We are meant to be together. We are meant to find our reasons, our tethers to this world, as one. Please. I won’t beg for anything, but I will for you.

Tell me now or I’ll blow your brains out,” I say in a low, threatening tone and press the head of my handgun to the bottom of his throat. He doesn’t even blink. “No,” he says calmly and presses his forehead to mine, stealing a kiss and staring into my eyes, pleading silently for me to stop. “If you’re going to kill me, then do it. It’s not as easy as you’d think⁠—” Click. His eyes widen and I whisper softly against his lips, “Boom.” He smacks the empty gun out of my hand and glares at me. Horror spreads over his features. “Did you know it was empty? Fuck, Bunny, you make me so goddamn crazy.” He grips my jaw hard, hand trembling.

All I want is to be by your side. In training, in war, in death. I can’t picture myself anymore without you being there, Bun. You linger in my thoughts, in my fears. But mostly, you’re the cause of all the emotions I feel again. I was dead until you tripped on my foot on the plane.

Always. I’ve been watching you all this time. Sometimes from binoculars or across the room. Other times from surveillance. I’ve been with you. Each starlit walk you took with him, every small look over your shoulder waiting for someone. For me. I was there. I never left you behind.

Finding peace was never going to be about experiencing tangible things or seeing beautiful sights. It is the company in which it is spent, the meaning and love that is sewn into our fabric, the colors and images we keep of the most cherished ones, and experiencing together the dreams never pursued.

No one sees me as the person I sometimes dream I am. A nice girl. A person worthy of love. A soul that didn't crawl up from hell. If i wasn't here anymore, it would all stop. The pain. The dread. All the things that hurt my stupid conscience... If I die, maybe I'll wake up somewhere better. Or i'll just be dead. And i'm okay with that too.

Top floor. My penthouse code is pussy.

Whoever coined the phrase “sticks and stones” is an asshole, don’t you think? Words indeed hurt more than stones. Thanks for trying to gaslight me out of it though. It didn’t work.

But as his cold tears roll down my back, I know that my God of Wrath is lying.

I would walk to the end of the Realms and forever into the endless abyss with you. I’d share more eternities with you than I’ve been granted—in this life and all those that follow.

You were never mine to love. Find your happiness in this life and the next.

Liam presses a kiss to my lips. “Thank you for the happiest moments of my life.

Wren has always been there for me. Sure, he’s violent and has major issues, but there’s good in him.

You’re my cure.

Love never truly dies. Time cannot steal everything away from us. Not this.

You didn’t commit a crime. You were ill and succumbed to your illness. It isn’t your fault your most important organ failed and told you to crave death as a means of escape.

She was my kindred soul, as lost and sick as I was.

(Wow, smart, world-shattering. Who would have thought the Fernestians would be the first to say "The men are the reasonable things to use contraceptives on"?)

What kind of sickness takes your fucking emotions? It’s not fair.

Abandonment. My weakness. My forever trigger.

Holding darkness inside only allows it to fester and infect parts of you that aren’t yet broken.

We are tied together. Tethered. Manacled. We cannot part. The longing hurts worse than any heartbreak I’ve endured—I think it’s because I know he’s as starved for me as I am for him.

I was only ever on the side that kept air in your lungs, love. I don’t care what others think of me. I’ll continue to only ever be on the side that keeps you alive. No matter the cost.

Men like me don’t get last words. We don’t get to say goodbye. We don’t get to go home. I dip down and press my forehead to hers, holding her desperately for a few blissful moments. What I’d give to kiss her one more time. Goodbye, my love.

That does sound pretty nice.” I manage a half-assed, heartbroken grin. “What genre do you like?” He winks at me. “Dark romance where the heroine gets fucked by the psychopaths.” I burst out laughing and he cracks a wide smile too. “Me too. I’ll give you recs if you give me yours.” “Deal.

There will never be a way to explain why I am this way. It’s something that you endure wholly, entirely. A deep and empty pit inside your flesh that never closes, no matter what you try to fill it with. No matter what thread you try to sew it shut with, it gapes and itches. An emergency exit that waits patiently for any who stray.

You don’t hate me, love,” he says somberly. “You just hate the God of Wrath and Lies I’ve been made to be. I may be your villain. I may be the darkest night and the storm that caught you, even in death, but you don’t hate me.” He raises his hand to me as if expecting me to return to him. “We are one. We will always know what happens to the other.