As she rubbed, as she crooned, Connor’s eyes fluttered open. He found himself staring up into Meara’s pale face and teary eyes. “What? Why am I on the floor? I hadn’t gotten drunk yet.” He reached up, brushed a tear from Meara’s cheek. “Don’t cry, darling.” He struggled to sit up, teetered a bit. “Well, here we all are, sitting on Fin’s kitchen floor. If we’re going to spin the bottle, I’d like to be the one to empty it first.

— Nora Roberts

Nora Roberts Quotes

How do I know you’ll stay? How do I know, if I let myself love you, that one day there wouldn’t be someone else, something else, and you’d just walk away? I can handle being alone now, I know how. But I can’t – I won’t be left again.

— Nora Roberts

Her heart was the one thing she’d always been sure of. Often she imagined of how it would be like to lose it, the thrill and the anxiety of the fall. She’d always wondered who it would be who would make everything inside her yearn. How they would be together – for in her dreams he loved her as well.

— Nora Roberts

Power and privilege will always be attacked by smaller men who claim they have a cause. But the cause is always avarice. Whatever lofty excuse men use for war or revolution, it’s always because they want the power another holds.

— Nora Roberts

She wasn’t the type to sit around ticking off the negatives of her life to see if she could make them outweigh the positives. If something was wrong, something was missing, she acted. Fix the problem and move ahead. Or if the problem couldn’t be fixed, she found the best way to live with it.

— Nora Roberts

You don’t treat your family like this. Like a goddamn convenience.

— Nora Roberts

I don’t know if it helps, but I know when we lost Dad, we were all just numb, I guess. Just taking a step at a time dealing with all the horrible, practical things you have to deal with. Eventually you find yourself in another place. Some of it’s familiar, some of it’s not. You make something else out of it, and you know you couldn’t have without the person you lost.

— Nora Roberts

It’s harsh. There’s enough harsh in the world. I’m going to try a little optimism for a change.

— Nora Roberts

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.

— Nora Roberts

Love’s the glue. Use it right, it can fix most anything.

— Nora Roberts

It never makes any sense, you know? Being mean never makes any sense.

— Nora Roberts

Marriage is a series of compromises, and at its best, the compromises create a life, a partnership.

— Nora Roberts

Love’s a gift, and can certainly be refused. Refusing doesn’t destroy the gift, it simply puts it aside. You’re free to do that. I’m not expecting a gift in return. Take what’s offered, especially when it’s offered so generously and without expectations.

— Nora Roberts

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.

— Nora Roberts

Youth and age, she thought. Beginnings and endings, connections and constancy. And, love.

— Nora Roberts

Life’s a gift. It doesn’t always fit comfortably, but it’s precious. I wouldn’t have hurt you and your brothers by throwing mine away.

— Nora Roberts

Youth and age, she thought. Beginnings and endings, connections and constancy. And, love. She snapped the embrace, but that wasn’t it. She snapped the glitter of tears, and still, no. Then Alison lowered her forehead to her grandmother’s, and even as her lips curved, a single tear slid down her cheek while the dress glowed and glittered behind them. Perfect. The blue butterfly.

— Nora Roberts

Sundays were knowing absolutely nothing had to be done, and countless things could be.

— Nora Roberts

Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul. – Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.

— Nora Roberts

Fire doesn’t only destroy, Rowan. Sometimes it creates. The best of it creates, and when love’s a fire, whether it’s bright or a steady glow, hot or warm, it creates. It makes you better than you were without it.

— Nora Roberts

He didn’t expect to find her. I didn’t expect him to find her. She makes a difference, in him, in the book.

— Nora Roberts
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