Top 57 Carnes Quotes
#1. Instead, I pull out my wallet and hand Mrs. Carnes a twenty, which is the smallest I have, and she counts off the books.
Jennifer Niven
#2. Patrick Carnes wrote an apt description of the addict's behavior: "The addict substitutes a sick relationship to an event or a process for a healthy relationship with others. The addict's relationship with a mood-altering experience becomes central to his life" (Carnes 2001, 14).
George Collins
#3. She'd said she loved him. She'd put that impossible, unimaginably beautiful gift in his hands and he'd thrown it back at her. To save her. To save himself.
V.S. Carnes
#4. Anger swirled in him, a tempest readying her strike. And like a helpless vessel caught in her fury, he felt himself dashed against the rocks without mercy.
V.S. Carnes
#5. Kas was right: a woman could destroy a man. This one could do so, simply by knowing his name. She could do so, simply with her eyes.
V.S. Carnes
#6. He'd thought it would be the right thing to say, but she scoffed a little ... and that, more than anything - more than the prospect of having his ribs crushed in or his face pulled off or his neck stretched on a rope - scared him out of his wits.
V.S. Carnes
#7. I will not marry Ashton. However bound by honor to do so, I will not marry Ashton. I will not marry, ever!"
"Why not?"
"Because I love you, you idiot!
V.S. Carnes
#8. He wanted to die. He prayed for it. Through the roar in his ears, he begged for it.
V.S. Carnes
#9. Oh, Lord, why was she doomed to adore a man steeped in blindness and utter stupidity?
V.S. Carnes
#10. She was a little thing, too, inciting that basic compulsion in him as a man to protect her in so hectic a place as post-war Israel. Even so, his actions were borne out of an entirely different instinct, altogether: to fool her and anyone within a dart's range ... to protect himself.
V.S. Carnes
#11. Kent steepled his fingers in consideration. Blood-red rubies flashed in the sunlight, like the eyes of a demon clutched in his hands.
V.S. Carnes
#12. Hope you're pleased with the crumbs she throws you.
Kim Carnes
#13. However, sexual anorexics do have a definite profile that separates them from the larger population of those having difficulty being sexual: They are often extremely competent people who are committed to doing things very well and have a fear of making mistakes and being human.
Patrick J. Carnes
#14. Kent had begun sleeping with his good eye open, for he knew the mark of sedition when he saw it. Even partway blinded, who could see it better?
V.S. Carnes
#15. No fairy tale, this. This was by no stretch of the imagination a polished fantasy. This was a searing, living force, rough around the edges, unfamiliar and bittersweet.
And precious.
V.S. Carnes
#16. I was gonna write songs, I was gonna be a star and a singer and I never thought of doing anything else.
Kim Carnes
#17. La mu'axsa, but I think I'll just keep sliding down this greased pole to hell?
V.S. Carnes
#18. Fate had a cruel sense of humor. It had been all his fault, anyway, whatever Mick or Gillia told him. Careless preoccupation and utter stupidity. Boyhood ignorance and negligence. He was only getting what he deserved, over and over again, for the rest of his life. If only in his dreams.
V.S. Carnes
#20. When silence greeted her question, she looked at Caine - for that was how he saw himself in that moment and in all the moments after: his brother's murderer.
V.S. Carnes
#21. Care for her. He was unworthy of such a gift. Unworthy of her blind trust and her sparkling, slightly crooked smiles, let alone her heart. But he wanted her, selfish fool he was and had always been. Care for her? Ah, God, she consumed him.
V.S. Carnes
#23. He heard the voice that had called to him in dreams, had saved him from the sands and from following his brother into the river.
V.S. Carnes
#24. Southern gentleman," he said aside to him in Arabic. "Do you wish for me to continue this for you?"
Caine's temper shifted to a low simmer in his chest. "Your way takes too long."
"Ma'aleyk, and your way hurts my ears," he argued.
V.S. Carnes
#25. Addiction is a relationship, a pathological relationship in which ... obsession replaces people.
Patrick Carnes
#26. I've crossed a world of sand and tears in search of you.
V.S. Carnes
#27. He smelled the salt on his own lips and the orange blossoms in her hair. Real ones, he could see now, tucked into the curls with cheap, native combs. The sight of them gave him hope.
V.S. Carnes
#28. The European public has always been great to me.
Kim Carnes
#29. In a land that knew only dark beauty, she was something of a hybrid no one dared touch. But the tall Arab did not appear in the least daunted by her abnormality. No, she saw his eyes. He was not daunted in the least.
V.S. Carnes
#30. I love to write, to sing, to make music. Not to act: I am horrible.
Kim Carnes
#31. Caine usually woke from the recurring dream mid-air, having yet to be dashed upon the rocks, whimpering and panting like a child crying for his mother. Now he lifted his eyes to a dark, empty room in Jizan and the unusual, lingering scent of roses, and wept in his hands for his Father.
V.S. Carnes
#32. Somehow, I did not finger you for a treasure-hunter."
"Oh, but I am," without shame. "Her name is Titianni Aziz.
V.S. Carnes
#33. Are you in the habit of taking tea with anyone who approaches you in a foreign port?" He went on and snorted carelessly. "No wonder you were abducted so easily.
V.S. Carnes
#34. We are so used to our own history, we do not see it as remarkable or out of the ordinary, whereas others might see it as horrendous. Further, we tend to minimize that which we feel shameful about.
Patrick J. Carnes
#35. Acting? No, it is not for me. I would be terrible.
Kim Carnes
#36. I stole you, among others, from the streets of God's birthplace. I forced you to work as a slave. Imprisoned, mistreated and starved you and your companion. To top it off, I am in the process of selling your life to the highest bidder. Why would you trust me?
V.S. Carnes
#37. After all, you are a hero and everything.
V.S. Carnes
#38. And what was to become of what he had taken from her? He had dashed her heart to the ground and danced on it with combat boots. Did he sit in that seditious palace day after day and not even bother to scrape it off of his soles with a passing thought of her?
V.S. Carnes
#39. I remember every good thing about you. Every sweet and perfect thing. And nothing else." He touched her chin, tipped it up to look into her wet brown eyes. Even smudged, they were gorgeous. The dawning light in them filled his heart, and healed it. "Nothing else.
V.S. Carnes
#40. Looking back at him was a man who was battered and broken.
And alive, for the first time in his life.
V.S. Carnes
#41. Nashville has a great creative atmosphere. It's a small, close-knit music community that you can't find anywhere else.
Kim Carnes
#42. Caine might have smiled at her, had his heart not been breaking to smithereens inside of him.
V.S. Carnes
#43. Remind me to thank God I don't have a sister."
Caine eyed him critically. He was a filthy heap of blood and soot and sand stuck to the gun oil on his face. "Yeah," without much enthusiasm. "I'll thank Him for ya.
V.S. Carnes
#44. It was a question of insurmountable proportions. A single word that held every fear he had ever had-and every wish he had ever made on those cursed stars. She needn't say more. In a single syllable, she had said more than he wanted to hear in an entire lifetime.
V.S. Carnes
#45. This man was no servant. She looked up at him in acute agitation and knew: this man was now her master.
V.S. Carnes
#46. By now, she was far from the scorch of these sands. After the ransom deal, she would be safely married in England. To Ashton. And Caine, who had hurt her far more than anything Abdullah had planned for her with that long, curved dagger, deserved no better than this torment of knowing it.
V.S. Carnes
#47. It came as naturally to him as breathing or lying, or worse. His mama had only taught her son to be cautious at all times. Garnette was more than that. Much, much more than that.
V.S. Carnes
#48. Caine was a murderer. A liar. A cad. A skulker in shadows and a heartless wretch. What sort of woman or God would love someone like him?
V.S. Carnes
#49. They were literally inches from being buried alive in this place, millions of miles from home or any sort of civilization, where they would never be found or mourned ... and Caine continued to smile.
Sweet heavens, he was completely out of his mind!
V.S. Carnes
#50. She thought she loved him. She was crazy.
V.S. Carnes
#51. The horizon was indistinguishable from the inky black, which fell upon the desert like a sorcerer's mantle shot through with diamonds. The stars were so tiny, so far away, and yet, at the moment, with her fingers curled around his, he almost felt as though he could reach up and snag one by the tail.
V.S. Carnes
#52. Because you have my heart, Virgilia Wessex." Softly, almost achingly. "Every black ounce of it. Scars and all.
V.S. Carnes
#53. He felt, rather than saw, her chin lift toward him. But instead of pulling her hand from his grip and turning away, she tightened her own fingers and unceremoniously, unexpectedly, threw herself down the incline, dragging him with her.
Dragging him with her!
V.S. Carnes
#54. The calf scramble will be during both rodeo performances and consist of children attempting to catch and halter several loose calves. If a child succeeds, he or she will receive a certificate to purchase a breeding animal to raise and bring back to the livestock show next year.
Kim Carnes
#55. I write from what's in my heart. I write what I love and have always done that.
Kim Carnes
#56. Many contemporary critics of higher education similarly posit a Golden Age; but no one knows when it was supposed to exist.
Mark C. Carnes
#57. He didn't deserve compassion. Sympathy. Not even understanding. He deserved worse, far worse than he had ever been given.
V.S. Carnes
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