Quotes from Nora Roberts

you can borrow mine." He eased

Love doesn't change overnight. he corrected. It can be killed or it can be nurtured. That's up to the people involved.

Make your mark on the world, and make it deep so it lasts.

Moonlight. The silvery sorcery of moonlight slipped through the windows. Roses. The fragile fragrance of roses floated on the air. Music. The muted magic of Beethoven drifted in from the apartment below.

She'd need to

someone had spoiled her routine and pricked her contentment bubble.

Men at some time are masters of their fates: The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, But in ourselves, that we are underlings. —Julius Caesar by William Shakespeare, Act I, Scene III

Amused, Connor poured whiskey all around, lifted his glass, tapped it to Meara's. "Whether we're victorious or buggered, there's no five others I'd rather stand with. So fuck it all. Sláinte.

This is home, my own darling. It's for us to keep it, and all in it, safe. It's for me to teach you how. That's joy and duty.

Shelby knew, and could be another gateway.

Oh bugger it. You want fancy words? Maybe I could pull some Yeats out or something." "No, no, no." Laughing, she got to her feet, and felt stronger and surer than she'd ever felt before. "I meant it. This is romance, for me, from you. If you could say it just one more time. The three words, the word that matters more than others.

As his lips curved against hers, he was struck by a stab of love so sharp it stole his breath. He clutched her close, held on.

elevator, "for more than two

wrong hands, the Volkovs will know I'm not only still

Would it be normal if she slipped some rosemary and crystals under Marco's pillow to ensure he had a peaceful night's sleep? Her normal, she decided, so she'd see to that.

the evening was beautifully balmy. "I

Love, he thought. It could make you a fool or a hero. Or both at once.

Hugh thought the women were as graceful as ballerinas, as strong as lumberjacks, as focused as scientists.

We wasted time thinking when we should have been feeling.

So nigh is grandeur to our dust, So near is God to man, When Duty whispers low, Thou must, The youth replies, I can. —Ralph Waldo Emerson PROLOGUE

All that's done, she thought. "All that's done," she murmured. "So why are we still here?

Love needs tending, is what I'm saying. It's some work to keep the light and the warmth, but why would you want to be cold in the dark?

He was evil," Clare whispered. "Not crazy, not ill, just evil. I didn't know that could be.

he'd pack up the rest of his clothes, his workout gear. He'd get serious about