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Monday, December 17, 2007

Nora Roberts -- Tears of the Moon

"Well, I was wondering if love really lasts like that, through death and time."

"It's the only thing that really lasts."

"Have you ever been in love?"""Not so it took root, and if it doesn't, I suppose it's not love at all.""If it takes root in one and not them other, it has to be the worst thing in the world."

Love spells are nothing but wives' tales. You can't play magic inside the heart, for it's more powerful than any spell. Lust you can order up with a wink, desire with a smile. But love is love, and there is nothing can touch it.

Love, the sort that grabbed the heart with both hands and took it over, was such a bloody responsibility

If you don't go after what you want, you'll never have it. If you don't ask, the answer's always no. If you don't step forward, you're always in the same place.

You underestimate yourself, Darcy, then you get annoyed when others do the same. You don't have any respect for the men who fall at your feet, promising to give you the world on a platter. You've filled your own platter all your life and carried it with your own hands. And you know you can keep doing it."

Knowing something's not good for you doesn't stop you from wanting it.

One step might not follow the other in such a straight line, and he preferred a meandering pace. After all, marching head-on you missed the little things that happened all around you.
He was one for treasuring the little things.

A man who has such a gift of words is one who understands what's inside a person, sometimes before that person knows.

And some things are meant to be. You have to be willing enough, brave enough, to let them happen

Why is it that saying 'I love you' is so hard for some?"
"Saying it lowers all shields."

It seems when one thing changes, everything changes with it."

When something comes out of you, it's precious. There was a fear of others finding it wanting.



When you forget what you have for what you've lost, grieving's an indulgence.
Without an eye on making a living, it's only a hobby, isn't it?

Is it so difficult to believe that more exists than what you can touch?
It's so easy for love to hide itself under passion and not be recognized.

Busy hands kept the mind occupied so what was troubling it could stew and turn in the corners.

I've a great deal of respect for pride, but not when it's so costly.

"That's a large ambition."
"Why have small ones?"

The hotter the flame, the quicker it flashes, and the sooner it goes cold.

What's built isn't always of wood and stone, and still it lasts.

It goes that youth is wasted on the young, but I'm of a mind that the young waste youth.

A man can forget to look past beauty and into the heart.

Passion without love is short-lived.

A man can fall in love with a dream if he lets himself.

We all look. The lucky find. The wise accept.

Once you stop thinking of your heart as a weapon instead of a gift, you'll find what you're looking for.

Hearts can merge and the people who hold them still stand as they are. Love accepts that. It accepts everything.

I have an emptiness in me. A place that waits.

Sex might satisfy, food might fuel, love might sustain, but without coffee, what was the point?

The petty and jealous are rarely stupid. [** they are most often cunning]

I've learned, with pain, the power of words.

Am I only to be wanted for what can be seen?

Love is such a tangle.

Wanting's wanting, whatever the dream.

"Love's always miraculous."

Promise her this, offer her that, vow to give her the world, as the world's safe when you've plenty of it to spare. But you've only one heart, after all, and giving that is a more difficult deal.

Love was a jewel with too many facets to count. Strength and weakness running side by side through it. And that no one could give or take it with any less than an open hand.

How marvelous it was to have a friend who simply knew where the blame lay even before the offense was cited.

Need's the step between wanting and loving.

Waiting wears on the soul, and when you can nearly see the end of the waiting, it's harder still.
kaigachi is a conjugation of the Japanese term "kigaicha" or crazy. It roughly translates as "crazy about something."

"One does not become enlightened by imagining figures of light but by making the darkness conscious." - C.Jung

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