Nora Roberts Quotes - Page 4

Love birds don't always sing pretty tunes.

Retirement wasn't a reward at the end of a well-run career ... it was a void surrounded by endless dull hours, haunted by memories of work.

Good fiction creates its own reality.

Laying a hand on his heart, she timed its beats to her own. And knew the truest magic was there.

I promised myself that no matter where I went, what I did, I'd never take anything for granted again.

My own sense of family, where I came from and what I made for myself is an important part of my life.

Every writer has to figure out what works best - and often has to select and discard different tools before they find the one that fits.

And each book has to receive your best effort every single time. No slacking.

There was nothing like a Saturday - unless it was the Saturday leading up to the last week of school and into summer vacation. That of course was all the Saturdays of your life rolled into one big shiny ball.

When you find somebody you love, all the way through, and she loves you—even with your weaknesses, your flaws, everything starts to click into place. And if you can talk to her, and she listens, if she makes you laugh, and makes you think, makes you want, makes you see who you really are, and who you are is better, just better with her, you’d be crazy not to want to spend the rest of your life with her. (Carter Maguire)

love wasn't the soft, silky words the poets spoke of. Love,with it's twin edges, was the one factor that weakened so many women, that pushed them to compromised their own wants, their own needs for the needs and wants of another.

If you don't go after what you want, you'll never have it.

Survivors lived with their mistakes.

Give them your brains, girl, never your guts.

If something isn't special, then it's ordinary.

The tune was sad, as the best of Ireland was, melancholy and lovely as a lover's tears.

Love is very funny business. And sex - well, let's face it, sex is hysterical.

I’ve never been the one. Not for anybody.” He closed the distance between them. “You’ll get used to it.” He tipped her face up to his, kissed her. “Why? Why am I the one?” “Because my life opened up, and it flooded with color when you walked back into it.

If sex is dignified it's not being done right.

Pretending the past doesn't exist is as bad as living in it.

If that isn't typical male stupidity! If something doesn't work, kick it or swear at it!

...those who love suffer when who they love suffers.

Grudges are bridges with faulty spans. Falling off one is a lot more rewarding than getting stuck on the other side.

- How is he in bed? Gladiator or poet? - Hmmm... A poetic gladiator.

You're going to be unemployed if you really think you just have to sit around and wait for the muse to land on your shoulder.