Quotes from Nora Roberts

The other two of her three kids stood on the covered front porch, tails wagging, feet dancing. One of the best things about dogs, to Fiona's mind, was their absolute joy in welcoming you home, whether you'd been gone for five minutes or five days. There lay unconditional and boundless love.

Still, he moved slowly, taking his time as much to prolong this moment as to gauge her reaction. He laid his hands on her hips as the rain beat and splashed, sliding them up her body, smooth and sexy as he lowered his head, paused - one long breath - then fit his mouth to hers. This, he thought as the took her face in his hands. Just this, so worth the wait. Soft, sweet, a yielding tremor, and her arms came up to wrap around his waist, to draw him into her.

She'd never been taken before, he realized. Not like this, where her surrender was complete, not when she couldn't separate some small part of herself to reach for control. And God, he wanted to take her, to destroy that fascinating and innate control.

Some people expect things to fall into their lap. Oh, they might work a bit for it. I'll just shake this tree, and if I shake it long enough that pretty red apple will plop right into my hand. Never occurs to them that they might have to climb the damn tree, fall out a couple times, get some scrapes and bruises before they get to that apple. Because if the apple's worth wanting, it's worth risking a broken neck.

With his mind full of the engaging Rosalind, he stared at Mac. "Hi, sorry to interrupt." He lurched to his feet, scattered his papers so some sailed to the floor. "Ah, it's all right. No problem. I was just . . ." He bent to retrieve papers as she did the same, and knocked his head against hers. "Sorry, sorry." He stayed down, met her eyes. "Crap." She smiled, and the dimples came out to play. "Hello, Carter.

Good night, Keeley. Good night, Brian. Thanks for the ride. Adelia waited until the men were out, then turned to her daughter. Keeley, I never would've thought it of you. You're tormenting the poor man. There's nothing poor about that man. Delighted with herself, Keeley broke off a piece of bread and crunched down on it. And tormenting him is so rewarding. Well,there's not a woman with blood in her could argue with that. Mind you don't hurt him, darling.

And my father? Brian's grin flashed. I like thinking that's where I got the fifty.I told him he's better off sticking with the horses. Keeley's brow rose. And his response to that? Isn't something I can repeat in polite company.

I'm not your father. He cupped a hand under her chin. He saw the tears brimming, and her valiant attempt to hold them off. And neither are you. My being there for you, taking some of the weight doesn't make you weak. It doesn't make you less, Sophie.

He walked outside onto the terrace and sat. Obviously settled and comfortable, he poured coffee. There were ways and ways to gain trust, he thought. With a bird with a broken wing, it took patience, care, and a gentle touch. With a high-strung horse that had been whipped, it took diligence and the risk of being kicked. With a woman, it took a certain amount of charm. He was willing to combine all three.

You start with earth and good intentions.

He does as he pleases and no more. He's the most successful man I know.

it's left to us still living to miss those who aren't.

Don't you fancy having one of your dresses in the Smithsonian, Shelby? Your humor's always been on the odd side, Grant. Thanks.

Love's scary." Mrs. Grady let out a laugh. "Sure it is. You want safe? Find a nice puppy you can train to come to heel. Love's supposed to be scary." "Why?" "Because if there's no fear there's no thrill.

You're angry with me becuase you care about me. This water's too hot, she said when she tested it. No,it isn't.And I'm not angry with you at t'all. Murmuring to the gelding, he lay the heated flannel over the abscess. A bit with myself, maybe, but it's more satisfying to take it out on you.

Poate c? fericirea pân? la adânci b?trâneÅ£i era o prostie, dar acum ÅŸtia c? voia s? fac? mai multe fotografii care s? surprind? momente cu adev?rat fericite. Pentru c? acestea vor dura p?n? la adânci b?trâneÅ£i.

We are eating like adults. Kids have to eat when and what they're told. We get to eat when and what we want. Because we're adults.

Can you cook? No. Drawing her brows together, she grabbed both of his ears and drew his head up. Not at all? That's remarkably chauvinistic for a man whose policies primarily reflect the feminist viewpoint. Alan lifted a brow. I don't expect you to be able to cook either. Amusement shot into his eyes. Can you? Shelby struggled with a grin. Barely. I find that odd for someone with your appetite. I eat out a lot.

I think you should do what makes you happy. And sometimes doing what makes you happy is harder and scarier than doing what's safe.

I am what I am and I can't change it. I know how to cope and how to get by. I don't want or expect anyone to stand with me. I don't need anyone to. I've learned to accept my life just the way it is, and I don't give a damn if you or anyone else doesn't.

Dreams were essential, creativity a must, but details, sweat, and a business plan made dreams a reality.

Major, monumental crises bring out the best or the worst in us—sometimes both. And sometimes those major, monumental crises have no effect on certain types. Which means, no matter what the circumstances, assholes remain assholes.

We are people of the land, we are artists and craftsmen, storytellers, but we are also a world of laws. Most are not unlike the laws you know. To take a life, to take what is not yours or not given freely, to force another to lie with you, to neglect a child or animal. All of these acts cause harm, and our first law is to cause no harm.

It was always reassuring to find that something loved hasn't changed.