Blood Noir Quotes

“Before I knew you, I thought brave was not being afraid. You've taught me that bravery is being terrified and doing it anyway.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, Blood Noir

“Sometimes it's not the optimist you need, but another pessimist to walk beside you and know, absolutely know, that the sound in the dark is a monster, and it really is as bad as you think.

Did that sound hopeless? It didn't feel hopeless. It felt reassuring. It felt - real.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, Blood Noir

“Sometimes it's not the light in a person you fall in love with, but the dark. Sometimes it's not the optimist you need, but another pessimist to walk beside you and know, absolutely know, that the sound in the dark is a monster, and it really is as bad as you think.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, Blood Noir

“Love, whether it's friendship or more, is like a cup. It fills up drop by drop, until one last drop and the cup is full. The liquid hangs there almost above the rim, hangs there on surface tension alone and you know that one more drop and it will spill over.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, Blood Noir

“Sometimes it would be nice not to have to do my best. Sometimes it would just be nice not to have a crisis to deal with. - Anita Blake”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, Blood Noir

“People talk of sorrow as if it is soft, a thing of water and tears. But true sorrow is not soft. True sorrow is a thing of fire, and rock. It burns your heart, crushes your soul under the weight of mountains. It destroys, and even if you keep breathing, keep going, you die.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, Blood Noir

“You can never have too much coffee”, I said
He turned and smiled at me. “You think so, but the rest of us get a little OD’ed on your level of caffeine.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, Blood Noir

“Sometimes it's not the optimist you need, but another pessimist to walk beside you.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, Blood Noir

“People talk of sorrow as if it is soft, a thing of water and tears. But true sorrow is not soft. True sorrow is a thing of fire, and rock. It burns your heart, crushes your soul under the weight of mountains. It destroys, and even if you keep breathing, keep going, you die. The person you were moments ago dies... Gone. Everything solid, everything real, is gone. It doesn't come back. The world is forever fractured, so that you walk on the crust of an earth where you can always feel the heat under you, the press of lava, that is so hot it can burn flesh, melt bone, and the very air is poisonous. To survive, you swallow the heat. To keep from falling through and dying for real, you swallow all that hate. You push it down inside you, into that fresh grave that is all that is left of what you thought the world would be.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, Blood Noir

“Once, the belief that his love would heal all the wounds, and finally make me feel safe, had been true. True, and a lie. Love is real, and false, even true love. Because love alone cannot keep you safe, if there is still a trembling fear inside you. Still a knowledge of what it was like to love and believe and have it all taken away.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, Blood Noir

“Everyone else goes home for nostalgia, and happy memories. I end up feeling like I never fit in with the family as a child, and being older hasn’t changed that.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, Blood Noir

“That's what underwear is for, girls, so if an emergency happens you only show your cookies to the people you love.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, Blood Noir

“it was more like two scared kids huddling in the dark when they knew the monster under the bed wasn't just real, but was holding a grudge.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, Blood Noir

“Sex is one of the most personal things we do as people. To have someone who says she loves you limit how you express yourself in the bedroom is like a small death. It kills the soul.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, Blood Noir

“Judge for yourself. I've hated him and tried to love him for so many years I can't see him clearly.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, Blood Noir

“Sometimes it’s not the light in a person that you fall in love with, but the dark. Sometimes it’s not the optimist you need, but another pessimist to walk beside you and know, absolutely know, that the sound in the dark is a monster, and it really is as bad as you think.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, Blood Noir

“People talk of sorrow as if it is soft, a thing of water and tears. But true sorrow is not soft. True sorrow is a thing of fire, and rock. It burns your heart, crushes your soul under the weight of mountains. It destroys, and even if you keep breathing, keep going, you die.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, Blood Noir

“People talk of sorrow as if it is soft, a thing of water and tears. But true sorrow is not soft. True sorrow is a thing of fire, and rock. It burns your heart, crushes your soul under the weight of mountains. It destroys, and even if you keep breathing, keep going, you die. The person you were moments ago dies, dies in the sound of screaming metal and the impact of one bad driver. Gone. Everything solid, everything real, is gone. It doesn’t come back. The world is forever fractured, so that you walk on the crust of an earth where you can always feel the heat under you, the press of lava, that is so hot it can burn flesh, melt bone, and the very air is poisonous. To survive, you swallow the heat. To keep from falling through and dying for real, you swallow all that hate. You push it down inside you, into that fresh grave that is all that is left of what you thought the world would be.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, Blood Noir

“So are the governor’s plans to run for president on a family conservative ticket. You can’t have your son being an adulterer with a vampire’s wife, and even worse marrying a vampire, and have it play well in the press.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, Blood Noir

“One woman cannot be committed to this many men.” “Maybe, but you treat your lovers better than a lot of women treat their boyfriends.” “Sorry to hear that,” I said. He”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, Blood Noir

“He came to me then, wrapped his arms around me. I stayed stiff in his arms for a moment, and then I collapsed into his body. I clung to him. I let his strength and his nearness hold me. I let him hold me while I wept and screamed and wailed. I lost it completely, and Richard held me while I did it.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, Blood Noir

“«Il sesso è una delle cose più intime che si possano condividere. Se si è limitati nel proprio modo di esprimersi proprio dalla persona da cui si è amati, è un po' come morire. Uccide l'anima.»”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, Blood noir