Quotes from Nora Roberts

Why do people always think being lovers shouldn't be complicated?

How do you feel about me? Tired of you! she shouted. Tired of me, tired of us. Sick and tired of telling myself fun and games could be enough. Well, it's not. Not nearly, and I want you out He felt the temper and panic that had gripped him ease back into delight. You're in love with me, aren't you? He'd never seen a woman go from simmer to boil so fast. And seeing it, he wondered why it had taken him so long to realize he adored her. She whirled, grabbed a lamp, and hurled it.

It's better to see and know you're a fool than to keep your eyes shut and keep acting like one.

Come away! O, human child! To the woods and waters wild, With a fairy hand in hand, For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand. —W. B. YEATS

a man who could tell that terrible lie, live with that terrible lie, had something missing inside him.

I know how to take care of myself." "No question. You know how to take care of yourself and everybody else. You don't know how, apparently, to let someone take care of you. That's conceit." She slapped the glass on the counter. "It's independence and capability." "To a point, it is. Then it tips over into conceit, and stubbornness.

If it was my job to clean the kitchen after dinner,then that damn kitchen was going to sparkle so bright you'd need sunglasses for your midnight snack. That's frightening. Responding to the humor in his eyes, she nodded.

I believe in us. - He kissed her again, swayed with her. - You're the one I can dance with.

It wasn't like a date, she reasoned. Not like some weird double date with her and the brother of the dead guy and her best friend and her best friend's ex-husband who didn't really count. It was just eating.

Only the young think they know anything about wisdom.

Brother, when beauty falls into your hand, you hold on to it while you can. You could be dead tomorrow. Well, that's... inspiring.

I think there's a reason you moved in next door. I think there's a reason I saw you all those years ago, but didn't meet you until now. I don't think I was ready for you until now.

It doesn't matter. That's the point. It doesn't matter that my mother is my mother, or that things don't always work exactly the way you thought they should. Moments matter. I know that better than anyone, but I never let it apply to me. Not to me. People matter, how they feel, how they connect, who they are alone and together. All that matters, no matter how quickly the moment passes. Maybe because it passes. What matters is you're the blue butterfly.

From this nice, safe distance, I've realized I actually like my family.

Welcome to my dungeon. It's not much, Linc said as he cleaned off a chair for her. But… it's not much. He dumped the files and books on the floor. The nice thing about starting at the bottom is, you can't get any lower. If I'm a good boy, I'll get my own stapler

He looks fierce and dignified at the same time. Can I pet him?

Do you think, Sam, that even if it were only my own heart at risk, I could pour it into your hands again? Then just take mine. I'm not doing anything else with it.

Mac has a sexy breakfast story." "Really?" Eyebrows lifted, Parker set the syrup and butter on the table of the breakfast nook. "Tell all." "It began, and sexy tales often do, when I spilled Diet Coke on my shirt.

I don't know what to do about Justin continuing to fleece my family. How much did you lose? Alan shrugged and sipped. About one seventy-five. Catching Shelby's eye, he grinned. I only play with Justine for diplomatic reasons. As she continued to stare he leaned back against the buffet. And, dammit, one day I'm going to beat him.

What do you want? His brow lifted at that, and he took a long, leisurely study of her face. I'll let that pass,he decided. It's too easy.

Magic exists. Who can doubt it, when there are rainbows and wildflowers, the music of the wind and the silence of the stars?

Where he listened some more until I'd pretty well run it down. Then he walked me back and—" "You invite him back in and have sex," Emma prompted. "Get your own sexy breakfast story. I felt mildly embarrassed, and really grateful, so I give him a little peck. A 'thanks, pal' kind of peck. The next thing I know I'm in the middle of a brain-frying, blood-pumping, jungle-drum-beating kiss.

People put too much emphasis, too many demands, on courage, and they all put their own standards on it anyway

Then maybe you'll help me convince Mr. MacGregor that I should paint his house. Just watch how you have to twist his arm, Serena said dryly.