Nora Roberts: Cytaty po angielsku (strona 3)

“Did they know - the young and fearless - what a miraculous thing it was to have all of anyone?”

“But when two people feel something, they ought to respect that enough to figure it out”

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

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

“Don't give up on your own happy-evers.”

“Grab it while you can because tomorrow could suck you dry.”

“What if there's a fire?" Glenna said sweetly, and Cian merely smiled. "Then I guess you'd better open a window, and fly.”

“It takes a lot of spine and stomach to make yourself into something when no one gives you a foundation.”

“Parker: She believed, absolutely, that each person, each heart, had a counterpart—had a mate. A rightness. She’d always believed it, and understood that unshakable belief was a reason she was good at what she did.”

“Holding onto something that's gone only makes a sickness inside.”

“Somethings in life are out of your control. you can make it a party or a tragedy. Or, you could refuse to take the next step. You could refuse to take what you wanted most because you're afraid some day you might lose it.”

“People tell their children there are no monsters in the world. They tell them that because they believe it, or they want the child to feel safe. But there are monsters, Luke, all the more frightening because they look like people.”

“It’s never simple.” Avery slid an arm around Hope’s waist. “It shouldn’t be. Because being with someone should matter enough to be at least a little bit complicated.”

“Love can really screw you up before you figure out how to live with it. And once you do? You wonder how the hell you ever lived without it”

“Damn me to hell or take me to heaven, but for Gods sake, do it now….”

“I do not feel obliged in my reading. I read to be entertained and to relax, and to go into another world, not because it's good for me.”

“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 cracks

For many, even the scars healed and they loved again.”

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

“Good fiction creates its own reality.”