Nora Roberts

“Poate că fericirea până la adânci bătrâneţi era o prostie, dar acum ştia că voia să facă mai multe fotografii care să surprindă momente cu adevărat fericite. Pentru că acestea vor dura pănă la adânci bătrâneţi.”

“- What is it about you?” he repeated. “How does touching you calm me down and excite me at the same time? What is it you want from me? You never ask. Sometimes I wonder, is this a trick?” His eyes on hers, he backed her slowly toward the bed. “Just a way to pull me in? But it’s not. You’re not built that way.”- “Why would I want anything I had to trick out of you?”- “You don’t.” He lifted her, held, then laid her on the bed. “So you pull me in. And I end up being the one who’s lost.”She framed his face with her hands. “I’ll find you.”

“Oh, for heaven's sake, Harper, I didn't just pee on the floor. My water broke.''What water?' He blinked, then went pale as a corpse. 'That water. Oh, God. Oh, Jesus. Oh, shit. Sit. Sit, or... I'll get-'An ambulance. The marines.'My mother.”

“Plus it's just embarrassing when someone - oops.'She pressed a hand to her side, and had the blood draining out of Harper's face.'What? What?''Nothing. baby's moving around. Sometimes it gives me a jolt is all.''You should stand up. You should sit down.”

“Don't 'honey' me in that southern-fried twang.”

“...If I don't have twenty or thirty books right here, waiting to be read, I start jonesing. That's my compulsion.”

“Pitam se ako postoji nešto što želiš,želiš to već neko vrijeme,što bi poduzeo?Ako to želim,zašto to nemam?Zato što do sada baš nisi uložio napor da to dobiješ.A zašto nisam?Jesam li spor ili samo glup?”

“I think writer is a word without gender, and a good writer observes, absorbs, hopefully empathizes then translates that into character and story.You don’t have to do or be or have experienced, traveled to, but you have to imagine all of that, very well–and believe it completely during the bubble of the work.”

“Happily ever after?" "If justice doesn't triumph and love doesn't make the circle in entertainment fiction, what's the point? Real life sucks too often.”

“Half full, half empty, what the hell difference does it make? If there's something in the damn glass, drink it.”

“You have to believe in it to get it...”

“I'm messing this up. I love you. I should've started with that. I swear I trip up more with you than anybody. I love you, Clare. I always did, but it's different loving who you are now. It's so damn solid. You're so solid, so steady, strong, smart. I love who you are, how you are. I love those boys, you have to know.”

“I hope that's true, because I figured out why I'd never finished it, what I was waiting for. I was waiting for you, Clare. For them. For us. I want to finish it up for you, for them, for us.”

“You got used to running things on your own." "What could he do about it when he's in Iraq and the car breaks down in Kansas?" Beckett gave her a long, quiet look. "I'm not in Iraq." "No, and it has to be said, I'm not in Kansas anymore." She lifted her hands, then let them fall. "It's not that I've forgotten how to be a couple, but that my experience in being part of one is different from yours. Maybe from most people's. And I've been on my own a long time." "Now you're not. I'm not fighting a war, and I'm right here." Needed to be here, he realized, with her.”

“You're the woman in my life,” he said. “Another thing about me and my brothers? We look after the women in our lives. We don't know any other way.”

“That's possible to likely. We're involved, you and me. I'm telling you what I'm going to do because I figure when people are involved, when they matter, they tell each other.”

“It's about us. It's about trust.”

“Couples take care of each other, Clare, that's what makes them a couple. And couples tell each other when something happens that scares them.”

“I've wanted to be with you when I didn't have the right to.”

“It's only thunder." "It just startled me," she said, her eyes on his. "I'm not afraid of storms.' "Let's see." Still, he moved slowly, taking his time as much to prolong this new 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 easy as he lowered his head, paused-one long breath-then fit his mouth to hers.”

“It was bad enough to be swallowed up by the intrinsic anger of New York City traffic and its seemingly mad competition between cars, cabs, the ubiquitous delivery trucks, the kamikaze bike messengers and the always-in-a-damn hurry pedestrians.”

“He found his mother and Carolee on two in the Eve and Roarke room.”

“Are you telling me you're cooking me dinner?- Regan Its the quickest way, without physical contact, to get a woman into bed. The kitchen through there?”

“What was your secret?"That brought another smile. "Learn to laugh, otherwise, you'll beat them to death with a hammer first chance”

“Feeling too much is a hell of a lot better than feeling nothing.”

“A lot of things some might think are a little crazy are just human.”

“Better, Cilla thought, to be alone on a quiet night than to be alone in a crowd. Much better.”

“When I left, it was for you. Coming back was for you. There’s nothing you can say, nothing you can do that would make me leave you again.”

“You all right?" Diana let out a deep breath. "Ask me again when I'm not praying.”

“Why do I find it irresistible when you tell me to go to hell so politely?”

“You said we've got a new page. I figure I've got some say in what gets written on it. So I'm going to work on you. Last time around, you threw yourself at me.” “I did no such thing.”“Sure you did. But I can see I've got my work cut out for me this time. That's okay.” He skimmed his thumb over her knuckles before she jerked her hand free. “In fact, I think I'm going to enjoy it.”“I don't know why I waste my time trying to mend fences with you. You're as arrogant as you ever were.”“Just the way you like me, sweetheart.”

“My apartment's only about a block away.""Isn't that handy.""Fate," he countered as he took a seat on the sofa and made himself at home. "Fantasic, isn't it?""One day very soon, I'm going to tell you what you can do with that fate of yours.”

“I like it,"he said at length. "You're putting a lot of yourself into this place.""Shall I tell you just what your approval means to me?" Diana asked, not bothering to smother a yawn.”

“Do you always get away with the outrageous?""Mostly. Are you always s beautiful in the morning?""Don't waste your charm.""It's all right, I have more.”

“Some romantic you are," Caine complained as he pushed the door open with his back."Whatever happened to women who liked to be swept off their feet?""They got dropped," Diana said flatly.”

“I'll walk you back,"he said with such apparently boundless amiability that Diana wanted to deck him."That isn't necessary," she began as her hand was clasped by his."I suppose I could walk ten paces behind or ten paces in front."As she let out a frustrated breath, Caine grinned down at her. "You're not angry because we exchanged a friendly kiss? After all, we're family.""There was nothing friendly or familial about it," Diana muttered."No," he lifted her hand to his lips, then lightly nipped at her knuckle. "Maybe we should try again.”

“Why don't you put your ego down for a while, Justin. It must be getting heavy.”

“Justin turned to give her one of his cool, unsmiling looks. Butterflies fluttered in her throat. She'd be very careful, Serena decided, as if she were walking through a minefield."What are you thinking?""About bombs," she answered blandly, "deadly camoflaged bombs." She gave him a quick,innocent grin. "Are we going to eat soon? I'm starving.”

“If you don't ask, the answer is always no.”

“Sex might satisfy, food might fuel, love might sustain, but without coffee, what is the point?”

“So, you’re hitting on Clare the Fair.”“I’m not hitting on her. I’m exploring the possibility of seeing her on social terms.”“He’s hitting on her,” Owen said around a mouthful of chips. “You’ve still got that thing you had for her back in high school. Are you still writing bad song lyrics about heartbreak?”“Suck me. And they weren’t that bad.”“Yeah, they were,” Ryder disagreed. “But at least now we don’t have to listen to you playing your keyboard and howling them down the hall.”

“Told you not to tell her.”“That's not how I work things. That's not how you build a relationship.”“Build a relationship.” Ryder snorted as he sent the drill whirling again. “You've been reading again.”“Blow me.”

“Quiero lo que somos cuando estamos juntos. Amo lo que creo que podríamos llegar a ser.”

“Es saber que existe una persona que solo te ve a ti. Y que cuando te toca, no existe nadie más para él.”

“Love and magic have a great deal in common. they enrich the soul, delight the heart. And they both take practice.”

“It does not make you less of a woman to need a man. To need one to exist, yes, this is nonsense. To need one to give one scope and importance, this is dishonest. But to need a man, one man, to bring joy and passion? This is life”

“Broken hearts healed. Maybe the cracks were always there, like thin scars, but they healed. People lived and worked, laughed and ate, walked and talked with those cracksFor many, even the scars healed and they loved again.”

“Some things in life are out of your control. You can make it a party or a tragedy.”

“What do you want?’‘All of it.’ She laughed, but there was something brittle in the sound that broke his heart. ‘I’m selfish and greedy and want all. I want everything I can snatch up and hold, then I want to go back and get more. Why can’t I want the simple and the ordinary and the quiet, Aidan? Why can’t I be content with easy dreams?’‘You’re so hard on yourself, mavourneen. Harder than anyone else can be. Some people want the simple and the ordinary and the quiet. It doesn’t make those who want the complicated and extraordinary and the exciting greedy or selfish. Wanting’s wanting, whatever the dream.”

“Don't say hit and mountain in the same sentence.”