Nora Roberts Quote Novels & Stories

"So what was it? What did you want to say?" Nora let out a long, slow breath. Her eyes drifted to the window at the far end of the corridor, the dark glass reflecting back a woman she barely recognised — tired, hollowed out, standing in a hospital hallway at God-knows-what-hour trying to find a way to say something that didn't have a gentle version. "Uhmmm." She stopped. Pressed her lips together. Then, under her breath, barely audible even to herself — I hate this. "What did you say?"

"I won't be gone for so long, will you be fine?" Nora nodded but then she shook her head. "I might start thinking when you are gone." She frowned. "Why don't you direct those thoughts to me and think about me?" Nora laughed. "I thought you were going to tell me to think about someone like a celebrity." "Ain't I more than those celebrities?" Sara folded her arms and glared at Nora in a sweet way which made Nora smile before wrapping her arms around her. "I love you," Nora told her. "And I love you more than you love me."

"What I want to know is how you can think about all these. Your thoughts process, everything," Nora closed her eyes for a few seconds before opening them to reveal her dark green orbs that concealed pure despite. "Because I should know it, obviously. That's what I do. I do computers and logical thinking. I can't say that for most of the men you call your aides." Quentin and Four openly glared at her and she smiled at each of them. Perverted lots. Pretenders. "Nora." Walter's voice was testing. "Yes, darling?" Her voice dripped with sarcasm. ", I already explained what happened. I don't know what else you want me to do."

“You unplugged it. Quieter. More dangerous.” Lena sighed. “You’re not wrong.” “That’s why I liked you,” the woman said. “Still do. Mostly.” They watched the river in silence. “You spoke well today,” Lena said. The woman shrugged. “People need something real. Not pretty words. Not slogans printed in some councilor’s basement.” “Your name?” Lena asked softly. “Nora,” the woman said. “But everyone calls me Aunt Nora. Or, if they’re drunk, ‘Ma’am please stop throwing me out the door.’”

What We Don’t Say Jordan “You make it work,” I said. “That’s what you do. That’s what you’ve always done.” She didn’t answer right away. The parking lot lights buzzed overhead, throwing that flat orange glow over everything, over her car, over the slush piled at the curb, over the little cloud of breath hanging between us. October cold had come in fast this year. It was barely six-thirty and it already felt like midnight. “You say that like it’s easy,” Nora said.

“Listen, I’m sorry. But please don’t make this hard for me. And um... don’t tell Ivanka. I didn’t tell you guys because... I wasn’t ready,” Zehra’s eyes softened. “I’m sorry, Nora. It was just so unexpected. What happened?” “Nothing much... my past, I suppose.” “You don’t need to tell me, if you don’t want to. So,” Zehra gestured to the laptop. “Let’s watch something.” Nora perked up. “Sure, what do you want to watch?” “I don’t know... nothing cliché. And preferably not horror. Any suggestions?” “Um.. The Joker?”

What will happen to Nora? "What if...what if I couldn't....." "These two words 'what if' are very bad, they create doubt and doubt kill your strength." She said very calmly. "She is taken but not too far. Remember son, wherever the sun shines bright, the pound evaporates early." That two lines were irrelevant but he learned not to ignore the old lady's words. "Sure, thing grandma." "And remember, trust very carefully. Be on your guard." She warned him. "The insider."

she asked. “Does she know her?” “Who is the young girl? I've never seen her.” “She looks beautiful; her dress is so pretty.” Different comments kept coming, and I wished the floor could just open up and swallow me. Nora seems disappointed by the few comments she has been hearing. She suddenly smirked, “why? You came looking for a man to seduce?” She asked, “Or did you come here for work? What assistant comes to meet their boss dressed like that on such a day?”

I began when she took steps towards them but she shrugged me off. "Do any of you have anything you wish to say to me or my friend?" She asked them cooly and the women acted confused. "If you both don't have the guts to say those words to either of our faces then you shouldn't bother uttering them out loud because the next time I hear such rubbish, I'll cut your tongues off." Nora threatened as she glowered at the women and they cowered. I forgot how scary Nora was when she chose to be and I was grateful for her intervention.

"Honestly such a shame — if I'd met you earlier, you could've married Max and we'd all just be one big happy family." "Nora." Max tapped her arm with his cue. She swatted it away. "Oh relax. Rosa's great and you know it." "I never said she wasn't." Max paused for a second. "Just — don't say stuff like that." He looked at me. "Sorry. She just says whatever comes into her head." "It's fine, I know she didn't mean anything by it." I waved it off. Max smiled, said he'd go grab us drinks, and walked away.