Nora Roberts
Nora Roberts
Nora Robertsis an American bestselling author of more than 209 romance novels. She writes as J. D. Robb for the in Death series, and has also written under the pseudonyms Jill March and for publications in the U.K. as Sarah Hardesty...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth10 October 1950
CitySilver Spring, MD
CountryUnited States of America
Nora Roberts quotes about
love-of-my-life care sound
You're the love of my life. I don't care how corny that sounds. You're the start of it, and the end of it. And you're the best of it.
hands saws i-loved-you
I saw you standing on a veranda you'd built with your own hands. And I loved you.
today favors tomorrow
Today should always be outlawed in favor of tomorrow
wise normal stomach
If you tell me I'm sensible in addition to normal and wise, I'm going to punch you in the stomach.
fire what-if window
What if there's a fire?" Glenna said sweetly, and Cian merely smiled. "Then I guess you'd better open a window, and fly.
brother technology next
What is technology?" Cian pulled his brother inside, pushed the button for the next floor. "It's another god.
husband heart men
He was a wild one as a lad, and there's a look about him that says he could be again." Kathy sighed. "I've always had a soft spot for a wild heart in a man. Have you no sweetheart in the States then, Jude?" "No." She thought briefly of William. Had she ever considered her husband her sweetheart? "No one special." "If they're not special, what would the point be?
sex done being-done
If sex is dignified it's not being done right.
nice fate cutting
I think sometimes fate cuts you a break. Like it says, okay, you've had enough of that crap, so it's time you fell into something nice. See what you make out of it.
discipline missing desire
[As a writer] you have to have the three D's: drive, discipline and desire. If you're missing any one of those three, you can have all the talent in the world, but it's going to be really hard to get anything done.
eye beer broken
Why couldn't the merciful God turn down the sunlight so it wasn't blasting like a red furnace against his aching eyes? Because he'd worshipped the god of beer, thats why. He'd broken a commandment and worshipped the false and foamy god of beer. And now he was being punished.
romance lovely tears
The tune was sad, as the best of Ireland was, melancholy and lovely as a lover's tears.
poet said maggie
He wanted to be a poet,' someone else put in while Maggie hugged Tim and patted his back. 'Said he'd only lacked the words to be one.
eye exercise laughing
((Doc is getting ready to do a Pap-smear on Reece)) "Looks healthy," Doc commented. "Good, because it hasn't been getting any exercise in quite a while." When she heard Willow smother a laugh, Reece just closed her eyes. She had to remember some old saying about being careful of thoughts. They become words.