“Love is not enough. But, it is the rock on which all else stands.”
― Nora Roberts, quote from Blood Brothers
“What was your secret?"
That brought another smile. "Learn to laugh, otherwise, you'll beat them to death with a hammer first chance”
― Nora Roberts, quote from Blood Brothers
“Is your dog in a coma?" Quinn asked when the dog didn't move a muscle.
"No. Lump leads an active and demanding internal life that requires long periods of rest.”
― Nora Roberts, quote from Blood Brothers
“Cybil pushed to her feet. "If he hurts her, I'll twist off his dick and feed it to his dog." With that, she stormed out of the room.
"She's a little scary," Fox decided.
"She's not the only one. I'm the one who'll be roasting his balls for dessert." Layla headed out behind Cybil. "I have to find something to make for dinner."
"Oddly, I don't have much of an appetite right now." Fox glanced at Gage. "How about you?”
― Nora Roberts, quote from Blood Brothers
“Porque siempre sabes donde estan las llaves de tu coche y porque puedes pensar en diez cosas a la vez. Porque no te echas para atras y porque tu cabello es como los rayos del sol. Porque dices la verdad y porque sabes como ser buena amiga. Y por miles de razones que todavia no he descubierto. Y por otros cientos que puede ser que nunca descubra. Pero se que te puedo decir lo que nunca pense podría decirselo a nadie.”
― Nora Roberts, quote from Blood Brothers
“HESTER’S POOL WAS ALSO FORBIDDEN IN CAL’S world, which was only one of the reasons it was irresistible.”
― Nora Roberts, quote from Blood Brothers
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“Ask,” promised Jesus, “and it will be given to you” (Matthew 7:7). “You do not have because you do not ask,” said James (James 4:2). Even though there is no limit to God’s goodness, if you didn’t ask Him for a blessing yesterday, you didn’t get all that you were supposed to have.”
― Bruce H. Wilkinson, quote from The Prayer of Jabez: Breaking Through to the Blessed Life
“Sometimes I think that love is one big fairy tale. I wonder if people who say they are in love, if – really – they’ve just talked themselves into it. They want it so badly, they kind of make it happen. They fake it until they start believing their own story. Maybe that’s just sour grapes or something. Maybe because it doesn’t happen to me, I don’t want to think it happens to anyone else.”
― Elizabeth Chandler, quote from Summer in the City
“The true artist will let his wife starve, his children go barefoot, his mother drudge for his living at seventy, sooner than work at anything but his art. To women he is half vivisector, half vampire. He gets into intimate relations with them to study them, to strip the mask of convention from them, to surprise their inmost secrets, knowing that they have the power to rouse his deepest creative energies, to rescue him from his cold reason, to make him see visions and dream dreams, to inspire him, as he calls it. He persuades women that they may do this for their own purpose whilst he really means them to do it for his. He steals the mother’s milk and blackens it to make printer’s ink to scoff at her and glorify ideal women with. He pretends to spare her the pangs of child-bearing so that he may have for himself the tenderness and fostering that belong of right to her children. Since marriage began, the great artist has been known as a bad husband. But he is worse: he is a child-robber, a blood-sucker, a hypocrite, and a cheat. Perish the race and wither a thousand women if only the sacrifice of them enable him to act Hamlet better, to paint a finer picture, to write a deeper poem, a greater play, a profounder philosophy! For mark you, Tavy, the artist’s work is to shew us ourselves as we really are. Our minds are nothing but this knowledge of ourselves; and he who adds a jot to such knowledge creates new mind as surely as any woman creates new men. In the rage of that creation he is as ruthless as the woman, as dangerous to her as she to him, and as horribly fascinating. Of all human struggles there is none so treacherous and remorseless as the struggle between the artist man and the mother woman. Which shall use up the other? that is the issue between them. And it is all the deadlier because, in your romanticist cant, they love one another.”
― George Bernard Shaw, quote from Man and Superman
“Without plenty, the wealthy lack compassion for the poor, hoarding without sharing. Without law, the strong bully the weak, stealing by force.”
― Jacqueline Carey, quote from Naamah's Kiss
“Life is a tale told by an idiot, signifying nothing.”
― Glen David Gold, quote from Carter Beats the Devil
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