Christine Feehan Quotes

From the moment I first saw him— saw through his stunning and impossibly gorgeous exterior to the dark and dangerous man inside— I’d felt the pull that came from finding the other half of myself. I needed him like I needed my heart to beat, and he’d put himself in great jeopardy, risking everything— for me.

Look, I would say that anyone who does this work and doesn't have a strain of idealism is an adrenaline junkie or completely narcissistic. There is no other justification. You're risking your life, and if anything happens, it's our families who suffer tremendously.

I think that she's a great dame. I'm crazy for Lucille.

To believe in love, to be ready to give up anything for it, to be willing to risk your life for it, is the ultimate tragedy.

It's fun to be hopelessly in love. It's dangerous, but it's fun.

Between the daylight gambler and the player at night there is the same difference that lies between a careless husband and the lover swooning under his lady's window.

Love is a fire. But whether it is going to warm your hearth or burn down your house, you can never tell.

I always knew my death would be a possible consequence of the work I do. But for me it was a price I was willing to pay because this is what I believed in.

To be a bodyguard is to be a kamikaze pilot. Dedicated.

He too, liked his party, and was fond of loyal men; but he had learned at last that all loyalty must be built on a basis of self-advantage. Patriotism may exist without it, but …loyalty in politics was simply devotion to the side which a man conceives to be his side, and which he cannot leave without danger to himself.

It is worth being shot at to see how much one is loved.

Love is one of the most powerful and most dangerous things I've ever encountered and, within the same breath, one of the most beautiful and relevant journeys of my life.

When you focus the spotlight so much on one person, I think it's very, very dangerous.

Googling yourself is like staring at a flame and then putting your hand in it.

... obsessions are always dangerous.

But God!Who could live like this , anyway, with the kind of guesswork that was enough to make a person crazy, just sailing along, taking bumps here and there, no course navigated whatsoever, with any big wave capable of just tipping and sinking you entirely. IT was madness, stipidity, and- (then I saw him)

I think that loyalty surpasses the peril that we're all in.

Yes, it's crazy. Love is either crazy or it's nothing at all.

I am a lover like no lover has ever loved before!

He thinks too much. Such men are dangerous.

But also... well, you and I will both be Lissa's gaurdians someday. I need to protect her at all cost. If a pack of Strogoi come, I need to throw my body between them and her." "I know that. Of course that's what you have to do." The black sparkles were dancing in front of my eyes again. I was fading out. "No. If I let myself love you, I won't throw myself in front of her. I'll throw myself in front of you.

Jewelry, I'm telling you. It's a thing. And love. And maybe danger.

Love is a dangerous angel.

Your aunt and uncle will be proud, though, won't they?" said Hermione as they got off the train and joined the crowd thronging toward the enchanted barrier. "When they hear what you did this year?" "Proud?" said Harry. "Are you crazy? All those times I could've died, and I didn't manage it? They'll be furious.