460 Quotes by J.D. Robb

He could want her, every minute of every day. Was certain he would go on wanting her after he was dead and gone. She was the pulse, the reason, the breath.

Love swamped her. It always seemed to come in huge, unexpected waves that left her flailing helplessly.

The surface can hide a great deal of turmoil.

They are not to be scarfed, the cinnamon sticky bun, but savored.

They were shadows in the dark, cocooned in its secrets, bathed in its silence, enspelled by each other.

Creative people study other people; and music is a science as much as an art, an emotion as much as a science.

In a few weeks she wouldn’t just be Eve Dallas, lieutenant, homicide. She’d be Roarke’s wife. How she would manage to be both was more of a mystery to her than any case that had ever come across her desk.

Love, she knew – where once she hadn’t believed – could be quiet and sweet, and still hold the world.

How do you suppose they know the sheep are virgins?