Identity

by Nora Roberts

To be happy at home is the ultimate result of all ambition.

Graves and stones and words and music weren’t for the dead, but the living they left behind.

“Grandmothers are designed to fuss over their grandchildren. It makes us happy. Don’t you want me to be happy?”

Karma’s not just a bitch, she’s a righteous bitch. And he won’t break you, because you won’t let him.

“Morgan, when something’s your fault, you take responsibility for it or you’re an asshole. When something’s not your fault, you’re stupid to take responsibility for it. None of this is on you.

Beauty, strength, youth are flowers but fading seen; Duty, faith, love, are roots, and ever green.

Love is strong as death; jealousy is cruel as the grave.

“I just can’t understand why you’d want me to worry this way. It’s not like you to be so selfish. It’s such a little thing to ask, and would do so much to relieve my mind.”

“Fall’s bounty, winter’s waiting, spring’s beginning. But summer? It’s fruition.”

“I feel humanity’s progressed through work, innovation, necessity, and luck since they were cave dwellers or pioneers, and I respect their efforts, and value those efforts toward indoor plumbing, thermal windows, sturdy mattresses, and broadband. I don’t see a reason to choose to ignore those innovations and sleep in a tent.”

“When you love someone, and love him hard, and you’re ready for him, you go after him. If he doesn’t love you back, and love you hard, if he’s not ready for you, that’s his loss. Love’s brave, Morgan. Love stands up.”