Inheritance Nora Roberts Quotes

Light always wins. Sometimes it takes way too long, but it always wins.

nothing held the pulse of a community like a bookstore.

Erosion happens gradually.” Winter rubbed Sonya’s shoulders. “A rock’s strong, but it doesn’t notice how the water’s wearing it away.

But bad people live in good places.

The mistake wasn’t in loving someone. He wasn’t faithful, and you ended it. You know what I haven’t heard from you? What did I do wrong? Why wasn’t I enough? What did he see in her he didn’t in me?

With my blade I took the first, then by my blood this house was cursed. One by one they wed, they die, because they seek to take what’s mine. And with their rings of gold, my spell will hold and hold.

There,he reminds me of you." Shelby indicated a black panther stretched in a path of sunlight, calmly watching the river of people who passed by. "Is that so?" Alan studied the cat. "Indolent? Subdued?" Shelby let out her smoke-edged laugh. "Oh,no, Senator.Patient, brooding. And arrogant enough to believe this confinement is nothing he can't work with." Turning, she leaned back against the barrier to consider Alan as she had considered the panther. "He's taken stock of the situation,and decided he can pretty much have his own way as things are.I wonder..." Her brows drew together inn concentration. "I wonder just what he'd do if he were really crossed.He doesn't appear to have a temper. Cats usually don't until they're pushed too far just that one time, and then-they're deadly." Alan gave her an odd smile before he took her hand to draw her toward the path again. "He normally sees that he's not often crossed." Shelby tossed her head and met the smile with a bland look. "Let's go look at the monkeys.It always makes me think I'm sitting in the Senate Gallery." "Nasty," he commented and tugged on her hair. "I know.I couldn't help it." Briefly she rested her head on his shoulder as they walked. "I'm often not a nice person. Grant and I both seem to have inherited a streak of sarcasm-or maybe it's cynicism.

I’m more thrillers, fantasy, and a side of romance where the bad guys get what’s coming to them, the world is saved, and love eventually conquers.

didn’t

I like weddings. They’re full of color and drama and joy.” “And drunken relatives.

All houses wherein men have lived and died are haunted houses. —Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, “Haunted Houses

Because you don’t find magic, Son, you make it.

Sonya understood the full meaning of poignant. It hurt, and it warmed, it brushed the dust off old sorrows even as it lifted new joy. “He was so good.

Sonya understood the full meaning of poignant. It hurt, and it warmed, it brushed the dust off old sorrows even as it lifted new joy.

bluebird in flight. “This is listed as Bluebird. The rooms have names.

On a good clear day, when you’re not freezing your butt off, you might see whales sound.” “It doesn’t seem real. It’s starting to not seem real again.” “Hey, what’s the problem? You found out a few weeks ago your father had a twin brother, separated at birth, who died and left you a big old house on a cliff, a big pile of money—not to mention antiques and art. Only hitch is you’ve got to pack up, move, and live in the big old house where you don’t know anybody.” He shrugged. “Happens every day.

Planning a wedding equaled insanity.

meant nothing compared to the satisfaction of doing what she loved, and the way she loved doing it.

She smiled when he loosened his tie and flipped open the top button of his shirt. “And that’s why women often like men in ties.” “Because they like to see them wearing a noose?

Most everything is in Poole’s Bay. That was my brother’s wife sold you a scarf. Friend of my mother’s daughter’s who makes them.

Some loves are forever.

I can’t say for absolute, but I believe I did absolutely.

She had the ocean, sandy beaches and rocky ones. Little towns that struck her more as villages. Forests, space. And, she couldn’t deny, beauty. She’d been a city or suburban creature all of her life. And though she found the inlets, the bays, the endless stretch of the Atlantic amazing, the sturdy charm of seacoast towns fascinating, she wondered how she’d manage. No quick runs to the market. No impulsive trips to a local restaurant or bar. No friendly neighbors next door or kids riding bikes down the sidewalk.

understood the full meaning of poignant. It hurt, and it warmed, it brushed the dust off old sorrows even as it lifted new joy.

Mom told me what she had with Dad was magic.” Cleo glanced back. “And you want that?” “Yeah. Don’t you?” “Damn right I do. I think everybody in the world wants that, and the lucky make it. Because you don’t find magic, Son, you make it.

The beauty of small towns, Sonya discovered, was you’d have to work hard to get lost.

When you had to fret over emojis, she thought, your dating skills needed honing.