Quotes from Nora Roberts

Kissing Red must've killed off some of your brain cells, Ryder decided. You can tell a woman what to do---if you play it right---and maybe, maybe half the time she'd do it, or something close to it. That's a live woman. A dead one? I figure that's closer to zero.

Can we go back to the part where you're in love with me? No, because I'm not anymore. I've come to my senses. That's a damn shame, that is. You'll have to wait here a minute. There's something I need from inside. I'll not stand out here. I'm going home. I'll only come after you, Brenna, he called over his shoulder as he walked to the door.

You have a sixty-seven GTO convertible, in factory red." He stood in reverent silence for ten full seconds. "I think you have to marry me now. You're the first woman besides Loo who's seen her and known what she is. I'm pretty sure we're engaged.

Who I am now is who I was before. The three years between, they were the aberration. You wouldn't recognize the person I became during that lost time. I barely do.

Romance made every woman beautiful, and every man a prince. A woman with romance in her life lived as grandly as a queen, because her heart was treasured.

You're going to blow his socks off!

You can't just hope for happy endings. You have to believe in them. Then do the work, take the risks. Slay the dragon—though I really think dragons get a bad rap—kiss the princess, or the frog, defeat the bad witch.

There is no disgrace in staying behind, not when it's the right thing.

Justin turned to give her one of his cool, unsmiling looks. Butterflies fluttered in her throat. She'd be very careful, Serena decided, as if she were walking through a minefield. What are you thinking? About bombs, she answered blandly, deadly camoflaged bombs. She gave him a quick,innocent grin. Are we going to eat soon? I'm starving.

I think writer is a word without gender, and a good writer observes, absorbs, hopefully empathizes then translates that into character and story. You don't have to do or be or have experienced, traveled to, but you have to imagine all of that, very well–and believe it completely during the bubble of the work.

Some days, the music is not in tune, but it's always a song worth singing. That's the best description of a good marriage I've ever heard...

Because if you had confidence enough to try something, you had to have courage enough to fail.

Seduce my mind and you can have my body, Find my soul and I'm yours forever.   —ANONYMOUS

Harry, I promised you something. I said I'd clear it with you before I asked your mom to marry me. I need you to tell me it's okay if I do.

What the hell are you doing?" "What the hell does it look like I'm doing?" "It looks like you're putting pants on that dog." "Then that's what the hell I'm doing.

I admire independence. The world would be a stronger place if we were all capable of handling life on our own. But being capable of it doesn't mean being unable to share and depend on someone else. It shouldn't mean being unwilling to. That's the romance.

Alone in her shelter, she allowed herself tears. When her shelter cooled to the touch she called to Gull, "Coming out!" She eased her head out into the smoky air, looked over at Gull. She imaged they both looked like a couple of sweaty, parboiled turtles climbing out of their shells. "Hello, gorgeous." She laughed. It hurt her throat, but she laughed. "Hey, handsome.

What the hell are you doing here? A typical Grant Campbell welcome.

Two of the top rules—Try Not to Hurt Anybody, and Have the Balls to Say What You Think—often clashed, but the results blended with her Be An Asshole When Necessary rule, so it worked for her.

It didn't take him long, and he pulled up nearly nose-to-nose with Ash as they came in from opposite directions. "You shaved off your …" It couldn't rightfully be called a beard, Brooks considered. "Face hair." "Yeah, it got too hot." "Uh-huh.

Taking love is easy—giving it is a bit harder, for some people anyway.

If I can make you unhappy, then I can make you happy as well.

A marriage is a delicate thing, Maggie, a balance of two hearts and two hopes. Sometimes the weight's just too heavy on the one side, and the other can't lift to it.

the rain was a fine thing. She often preferred it to the warm slant of sun and the clear brilliance of cloudless blue skies. The rain was a soft gray curtain, tucking her away from the world.