Quotes from Robyn Carr

Hard times arouse an instinctive desire for authenticity. —Coco Chanel

Vanni had the kids on the bed with her. She was lying on her back with Matt curled up against her on one side and Hannah on the other, both of them sleeping with their mouths open. Vanni was sound asleep, but there was the smallest smile on her lips. She had her arms around them, holding them close, one of Marianne's afghans pulled over them. And Paul fell in love all over again.

And remember that I'm very proud of you. Of your strength and your resilience. I so love your abundant joy. If you need me, just whisper. I will hear you.

He'll be okay now, I think." "Poor John. That was harder on him than me." "The bigger they are…" Mel laughed. Her

Are you totally opposed to making this as simple as possible? Are you going to let me help at all?" "I let you drive me home, didn't I? And aren't you glad for the good company?" "Yeah. It was a slice of heaven…." "Next

We have a few traditions around here," Bob, the eldest of the brothers-in-law, said to Mike. "It starts on the patio." "To the patio!" chimed in Ryan, the third in rank. "This is where we come after dinner," Jack let him know. "First drinks, then the cigars come out and eventually the brandy—after which we generally have the women completely pissed off." "Sounds like home," Mike said. As

One thing she absolutely couldn't take—Cameron and Paul both in Virgin River for the weekend—Cameron trying to seduce her, Paul shyly and clumsily trying to find a way to tell her he had a girlfriend. Chinese water torture would be sweeter. She

Preacher's baby had arrived, and Joe liked babies—he'd been an uncle five times. He'd always thought that by now he'd have a couple of his own. The

She smiled up at him and put her arms around his waist. "I've had some special pieces of furniture in storage. The movers are coming tomorrow. Will you stay with me when the bed's made up?" "I will gladly stay with you in your flowery bedroom. And if I ever get rid of my houseful of offspring, you will stay with me in my bold and manly master bedroom with convenient master bath and big doorless shower." "I will." She grinned. "Muriel,

That's the thing with overachievers, something he knew only too well—people always thought it was easy for them, that it was effortless, or lucky.

You look pretty, Abby. Beautiful, in fact." "Thanks. I look full-term and I'm not even close." "You look perfect. Healthy and strong and very pregnant." He grinned at her. "You feel okay?" "Sure," she said. "Fine.

Guys like him, they nurse grudges, rarely abandon obsessions, and I don't believe they change.

Can I foster her until my wife and I have had a chance to make a final decision?" The lawyer shrugged. "I don't see why not. Terri had you in mind anyway." Paul held little Hannah close. "Vanessa is going to string me up by the balls and take strips of flesh off me with a dull blade…." Scott laughed in spite of himself. "That would be Mrs. Haggerty?" "Today she is," Paul answered. "Should

What brought you up here?" "Ah, long story. I was looking for a change. I was a nurse-practitioner and midwife in L.A. and took a job here—population just over six hundred. It was supposed to be for a year, but Jack got me knocked up." "We are married," he said, shaking his head at her. "Tell the woman you're happy about that, Melinda." "Perfectly happy. Jack worked out." She grinned. "Muriel

Old Hopi saying—When you lose your temper, you lose a friend. When you lie, you lose yourself.

Let me ask you something—does Mrs. Haggerty like children?" "She wants a houseful. I was really looking forward to starting on that." "Did you ever discuss a possible adoption?" "No. And we sure never talked about adopting an ex-girlfriend's offspring." Paul sighed heavily. "She's going to kill me," he muttered.

Don't expect to much of the future. Live in the present and let the future evolve as it will and trust.

A good cry will help you clean out the pipes so you can breathe easier.

And then, without warning, the door to his cabin opened and she walked right in as if she owned the place. She toted all her gear: sleeping bag, duffel, backpack and purse, dropping it all where it had been previously stowed, at the foot of that sagging couch. He hoped all the hair on his face hid the elation that he could feel glow there. "I could've been naked," he said. She

Aiden was stunned silent for a minute. His mind was whirring. Then he was slowly overcome by a sly grin. "Oh man," he said. "You wouldn't be able to keep yourself from answering the phone if it rang, hoping it could be her, so you unplugged it." "You're out of your mind…" "You'd

That woman is my woman, Jack said [...]

The death of a close loved one can often change the landscape of everything else in your life.

They've all been held captive, of their own free will, of course, and yet when set free, they are lost.

kindness wasn't only demonstrated by giving material things or labors. There were the simple gestures that people forgot, that were so important—a little extra time, a smile, patience, conversation, gratitude.