The Liar Quotes

“Old friends are the bricks and mortar of your life.”
― Nora Roberts, The Liar

“You paid off a million dollars since January?” Viola shook her head. “That must’ve been one holy hell of a yard sale.”
― Nora Roberts, The Liar

“It’s always seemed to me things are more exciting when you’re not looking and you find them.”
― Nora Roberts, The Liar

“You can have a coke since you never did learn to be civilized and drink coffee.”
― Nora Roberts, The Liar

“a man who could tell that terrible lie, live with that terrible lie, had something missing inside him.”
― Nora Roberts, The Liar

“Oh, it was just me—that’s why”
― Nora Roberts, The Liar

“When are you going to stop being annoyed”
― Nora Roberts, The Liar

“She knew I was coming to see you, so I don’t think she’ll be surprised”
― Nora Roberts, The Liar

“When a woman brings something up, then doesn’t have much to say about it, she’s got a lot to say about it.”
― Nora Roberts, The Liar

“try to avoid panic because it leads to chaos, which leads to accidents. You get hurt that way.”
― Nora Roberts, The Liar

“He thought back to his early twenties when he’d routinely looked for ways to meet women. He should’ve rented a puppy.”
― Nora Roberts, The Liar

“If you can be pretty and smart and kind, well, that’s what makes a real princess.”
― Nora Roberts, The Liar

“Life’s full of hard bumps and slick twists. We do the best we can to drive it, start to finish.”
― Nora Roberts, The Liar

“be”
― Nora Roberts, The Liar

“right,”
― Nora Roberts, The Liar

“We”
― Nora Roberts, The Liar

“more to use because Mama saved all my letters and postcards. Every one.”
― Nora Roberts, The Liar

“Gardens, houses, lives, they’re a continual work in progress, aren’t they?”
― Nora Roberts, The Liar

“You live close.” “We live in one of the apartments over Mountain Treasures so I left my car parked and walked over. Let me find the waitress and… oh hell.” “What?” “Matt and Griff just came in. I got caught up. I was supposed to text Matt if I decided I didn’t want him to come in and give me an excuse to ditch you. Since I didn’t, we’re going to have the boys around so I won’t be able to pry any more out of you once you relax again.” “Is it enough that I’ve told you more than anyone but Granny?” “It’ll do for now.” Emma Kate smiled, waved her hand. “Your Matt’s awful cute.” “He really is. And really good with his hands.” As Shelby choked out a laugh, Matt worked his way through. He hooked his really good hands under Emma Kate’s elbows, lifted her off her feet, kissed her. “There’s my girl.” He set her on her feet, turned to Shelby. “And you’re Shelby.” “It’s nice to meet you.” “Really happy to meet you. You two weren’t leaving, were you?” “Just heading back to the table,” Emma Kate told him. “I’m ready for another round.” “This one’s on Griff.” “Two Black Bears. I think I’m going for a Bombardier.”
― Nora Roberts, The Liar

“I was second-runner-up Miss Tennessee!” Shelby glanced back, smiled at Melody, who stood, hands on hips, at the top of the stairs. “Bless your heart,” she said, and continued down, and straight out. She”
― Nora Roberts, The Liar

“She’d need to”
― Nora Roberts, The Liar

“got her an outfit, a bonnet”
― Nora Roberts, The Liar

“When a woman brings something up, then doesn’t have much to say about it, she’s got a lot to say about it.” “Then”
― Nora Roberts, The Liar

“Plus you’re really hot”—he dumped pasta in the boiling”
― Nora Roberts, The Liar

“And when he did, all bets were off, but it took a lot of pushing to get him off the ground. But”
― Nora Roberts, The Liar

“sleep all day. Haven’t been sleeping well,”
― Nora Roberts, The Liar

“with his partner. Griff’s out of Baltimore, too.”
― Nora Roberts, The Liar

“with the hug. “It’s so good to see you. We’ve got pitchers of tea outside, and plenty of beer. And four bottles of champagne—your mama”
― Nora Roberts, The Liar

“remembered in bits and pieces. A storm at sea, drowning waves swamping”
― Nora Roberts, The Liar

“All that’s done, she thought. “All that’s done,” she murmured. “So why are we still here?”
― Nora Roberts, The Liar