A Quote by Nora Roberts

"It doesn't matter how long it takes." She thought of him, of them, the lifetime already shared. "It's how long it lasts." — © Nora Roberts
"It doesn't matter how long it takes." She thought of him, of them, the lifetime already shared. "It's how long it lasts."
No matter how far you are. No matter how long it takes him. Through Distance And Time I'll be waiting.
I know how long it takes me to draw a page, how long it takes me to complete a project, how long I can work before my hand gives out, that sort of thing.
Not a soul takes thought how well he may live- only how long: yet a good life might be everybody's, a long one can be nobody's.
She had loved him for such a long time, she thought. How was it that she did now know him at all?
Pain is only temporary, no matter how long it lasts.
You could time a suburban story by your watch: it lasts as long as it takes a small furry animal that's lonely to find friends, or a small furry animal that's lost to find its parents; it lasts as long as a quick avowal of love; it lasts precisely as long as the average parent is disposed on a Tuesday night to spend reading aloud to children.
She took kisses like so many coats of paint […] how long and how vainly I searched for excuses which might make her amorality if not palatable at lest understandable. I realize now the time I wasted in this way; instead of enjoying her and turning aside from these preoccupations with the thought, ‘She is untrustworthy as she is beautiful. She takes love as plants do water, lightly, thoughtlessly.
Love lasts about seven years. That's how long it takes for the cells of the body to totally replace themselves.
No matter how long what I'm doing here lasts, I want to be a songwriter for the rest of my life. I love it and it's my escape.
Part of paying the price is the willingness to do whatever it takes to get the job done. It comes from a declaration that you are going to get it done no matter what it takes, no matter how long it takes, no matter what comes up.
The mother must teach her son how to respect and follow the rules. She must teach him how to compete successfully with the other boys. And she must teach him how to find a woman to take care of him and finish the job she began of training him how to live in a family. But no matter how good a job a woman does in teaching a boy how to be a man, he knows that she is not the real thing, and so he tends to exaggerate the differences between men and women that she embodies.
She takes another long haul, lets the smoke settle in her lungs-- she has heard somewhere that cigarettes are good for grief. One long drag and you forget how to cry. The body too busy dealing with the poison.
Labor never quits. We never give up the fight - no matter how tough the odds, no matter how long it takes.
I always thought that life was about standing your ground, no matter how strong the current was. But going with the flow isn't so bad after all. As long as it takes you forward.
He cleared his throat, "Zoe, i think you said you love me." "I did say it. I do love you with all my heart." "I see." There was a long pause, then he said, "For how long has this been going on?" "I don't know," she said, "Sometimes i think it started a long, long time ago." "You might have mentioned it." "I didn't want to encourage it," she said, "I thought it was a bad idea.
Just stay alive, no matter what occurs! I will find you. No matter how long it takes, no matter how far. I will find you!
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