460 Quotes by J.D. Robb

Two library visits in one evening. Why, it could become a habit.

Alone, Roarke took the gray fabric button from his pocket, the one he’d found on the floor of his limo. The one that had fallen from the jacket of that drab gray suit she’d worn the first time he’d seen her. Studying it, knowing he had no intention of giving it back to her, he felt like a fool.

Do you always drive this way?” “What way?” “As if we’re trying to outrun an earthquake.

She strode away, steeling both her heart and her belly against the hurt. It wasn’t just the body, she thought, that could shatter. And it wasn’t only fists and pipes and bats that could shatter it.

Friendships were so damn complicated, so bound with sharp edges that could jab a hole through you at any given point.

I don’t remember, and I don’t want to remember. I’ve been a victim, and once you have, you need to do whatever it takes not to be one again.

You go into marriage, you plow a road. You’re going to hit rough patches, and some may be rougher and last longer than others, but you’ve got choices to make. You work to smooth them out, you hold until they do, or they don’t. You stick with the road, or you get off. But you don’t do something to make it worse, don’t do something that maybe makes you feel better for the short term while it sucker punches the person you’re married to.

He’s a fine young man, and one who loves you without restrictions. Finding a mate, a true one, is a rare and precious thing.” And the heart of the heart, she thought. Yes, he’d found that, too. “I don’t even know how it happened, but even when he pisses me off, I’m grateful every day it did.” “The best possible description for a good marriage.

As always when she saw the kind and dreamy eyes of Dennis Mira, her heart gave a little tug. Just something about him, she thought, with his cardigans and mussed hair, bemused smile.