Quotes from Nora Roberts

A determined man could build one hell of a blaze from one good spark.

If the worlds were as we wish, the light would be only for joy and beauty, for healing and help. But the worlds are not what we wish. So we use the light to protect and shield, to fight the dark, even kill.

You couldn't erase the past, or kill it, or wish it out of existence. Nor could you will away the present or change what was coming. We were all trapped in that cycle of time, just circling around the core of yesterdays. Sometimes those yesterdays were strong enough, willful enough, to suck you back no matter how hard you struggled.

She started to sound like Charlie Brown's mother to him. Just a nasal wah-wah-wah. He loved her, he really did, but he imagined Charlie Brown loved his mother, too. It didn't make her any more comprehensible.

Optimism wasn't always a shield against the worst of it, and acceptance wasn't always enough.

in under a minute." "No, I didn't." Maybe she had. "And so what?" "So, what's going on with you and Jack?" "Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Don't be ridiculous." She felt the lie burning her tongue. "You

CiCi Lennon lived life by her own rules. 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.

You have to look to find. You have to ask to have the answers. You have to awaken to become.

Some things are just meant, and no matter how many times you walk away, you end up where you belonged all along.

I love my man...we're bound body, heart, soul. There's magic in that, more potent than any spell, more wicked than any curse.

From her hiding place in the brush, a young girl watched, her eyes wide with curiosity. There was a burning smell coming from the pit where flames crackled, sending sparks shooting high. Odd shapes had been carved in the trunks of the circling trees. The

She felt her heart beating in her throat when the man in the mask began to chant again.

Jake eyed his brother. I never forget. All data is stored in my memory banks. And one day, candy pig, you will pay. You 're such a geek. Thesbo. That's Jack's latest insult. Seth gestured with his wine-glass. A play on thespian, since Kev's into that. Rhymes with lesbo, Jake explained helpfully while Anna stifled a groan. It's a slick way of calling him a girl.

maybe waiting. No matter how both of them had changed, evolved, restructured their lives, at the base they remained who they were.

No, Bailey, you're not a coward, but you're constantly worried that you are. You're a champion worrier. And a woman, I think, who gives herself very little credit for her strengths, and has very little tolerance for her weaknesses. Self-judgmental.

But I did it because you can't constantly be afraid of what might happen. If you do, you lose control of what is happening, and all the joy and pain it holds for you

selfish and foolish, but she hugged it to her as she bundled

Begging your pardon, princess. Did I neglect to pull my forelock? She held up a hand.Her temper was a vile thing when loose, and the drumming in her head warned her it was very close to springing free. I'm already annoyed.It won't take much to push me to furious.

Only a fool asked for more sorrow. Only a romantic believed that bitterness could ever be sweet.

Do you ever wonder at the arrogance of men who think they alone exist in the Universe?

I love you. I love everything about you. Your voice, your laugh. Your eyebrows when they grow back. Your face, your body, your hard head and your cautious heart. I want to spend the rest of my life looking at you, listening to you, working with you, just being with you. Rowan of the purple lupines.

Do you play tennis, Senator? Now and then, he said with a ghost of a smile. He didn't add he'd lettered i the sport at Harvard. I'd imagine chess would be your game-plotting,long-term strategy. His smile remained enigmatic as he reached for his wine. We'll have to have a game. Shelby's low laugh drifted over him. I believe we already have. His hand brushed lightly over hers. Want a rematch? Shelby gave him a look that made his blood spring hotly. No.You might not outmaneuver me a second time.

Excuse me, but I'm very tired of being interrupted and ordered around and spoken to like a recalicitrant eight-year-old. Then don't behave like one, Brian suggested.

La journée a été longue, lieutenant. -Oui. J'ai une idée pour l'achever en beauté. Que dirais-tu d'un petit cambriolage nocturne ? - Chérie, je craignais que tu ne me le proposes jamais.