Danielle Steel Quotes

Her father said, whenever the subject came up, that if she'd lose some weight, she'd find a boyfriend. She knew that wasn't necessarily the case, since plenty of girls who had perfect figures and were half her size couldn't find a boyfriend. And other girls who were overweight were happily married, engaged or had significant others.Romance, she knew, wasn't directed tied to your weight, there were a lot of other factors.

another month. They would be back in the

There's a lid for every pot ... You Just have to find yours. -Avery

her, and it seemed wiser not to see each

But sometimes life made you give up what you loved most. Sometimes there were no compromises or bargains.

Them. She's much too nice about it, but that's the way she is. Leslie almost said that that was why he loved her, but caught

She was so full of holes now, she was like a Swiss cheese.

It just goes to show, never say never, or the next thing you know, you'll be doing what you said you never would, owning a dog you swore you didn't want and walking (or carrying) a tiny, totally enchanting little dog on a rhinestone-studded pink leash.

She's all right now. We just want to get her

I completed my first novel when I was 19 years old.

I wish I were brave, although I try. I work too hard and don't play enough. Too much work ethic, not enough 'fun'.

She didn't want to let go of him, or the baby, but sometimes life made you give up what you loved most.

He was gone, and she was broken hearted, that was all that mattered.

Long-distance relationships are another way of avoiding intimacy.

What is a date? A date is when two people, who hardly know each other, go out to dinner, and push their food around their plates nervously, while trying to ask as many questions as possible in the shortest possible time.

It's all about fate and destiny, and opening the right door at the right time, and having the guts to walk through it. It's amazing how everything changes in the blink of an eye.

My relationships were never equitable. My husbands were always older than me, and they made the rules, they ran the show, and I followed them.

established her own interior design firm years

There was something infinitely impressive about the man, tall, slender, gray-haired, blue-eyed, soft-spoken. He had the looks of the doctors one read about in women's novels. There was something so basically kind and gentle about him, yet something powerful as well. The aura of a highly trained racehorse always straining at the reins, aching to go faster, farther ... to do more ... to fight time ... to conquer odds beyond hope ... to steal back just one life ... one man ... one woman ... one child ... one more. And often he won. Often. But not always. And that irked him. More than that, it pained him. It was the cause for the lines beside his eyes, the sorrow one saw deep within him. It wasn't enough that he wrought miracles almost daily. He wanted more than that, better odds, he wanted to save them all, and there was no way he could.

Smoke a cigar. Sophie had heard him come in and found him there. She was surprised he

People have entire relationships via text message now, but I am not partial to texting. I need context, nuance and the warmth and tone that can only come from a human voice.

I'm astonished by my success. I wrote because I needed to and wanted to. It never occurred to me that I'd become famous.

Good and bad stuff happens to us every day. It's how you handle it, and what you do about it, that counts. You can't just let it break you. You have to keep fighting. And guilt and regrets get us nowhere.

I'm still here. I have to go on. I have to give something back, to make my time here worth something. If not, the time I've been given here would have been totally wasted. And I don't think we have a right to do that.

With you all day and night while I'm trying to graduate.

I fear that once you put weapons in men's hands, they don't let go of them easily.

Though she were another person, a deus ex machina

up and walked slowly to the mirror, and then she stood there with a broad smile, and a narrow river of tears gleaming on her face. He stood behind her, at a good distance. He wanted to leave her alone. This was her moment. "Oh God, Peter, it's beautiful." He laughed softly. "Not 'it's' beautiful, silly girl. You're beautiful. It is you,

furniture, but all the lights

As far as they're conserned, I've been kind of a poor second best all my life, or I don't qualify at all compared to my brother. It's rough being around them and feeling like you never measure up. Collin

him." She always told herself

I want to be Miss Universe when I grow up.

Love meant something to her, she dreamt of it, thought of it, wrote of it. It was the one thing in life that had eluded her completely.

Some things in life are worth waiting for.

Hot, isn't it?" Peter asked on the way into town, and the driver nodded. He could hear from the accent in his French that he was American, but he spoke it adequately, and the driver answered him in French, speaking slowly, so Peter could understand him. "It's been nice for a week. Did you come from America?" the driver asked with interest. People responded to Peter that way, they were drawn to him, even if they normally wouldn't have been. But the fact that he spoke French to him impressed the driver.

You can't have nine children and not be organized. Otherwise it just looks like Appalachia.

Perfume is like a personal signature, which is why I like to mix my own. For years I've paired Femme by Rochas with Shalimar and love the results.

Love is a shooting star that lands in your heart, and lives forever.

Chapter One The weather in Paris was unusually warm as Peter Haskell's plane landed at Charles de Gaulle Airport. The plane taxied neatly to the gate, and a few minutes later, briefcase in hand, Peter was striding through the airport. He was almost smiling as he got on the customs line, despite the heat of the day and the number of people crowding ahead of him in line. Peter Haskell loved Paris. He generally traveled to Europe

I am endlessly busy, bringing up five young kids, and trying to keep up with the three older ones. I still spend most of my life driving car pools.

I'm one of them. The weirdos and the freaks. My point was that it's ok to be different, and from now on we'd better be, if we're going to make something of ourselves. It's the one thing I learned in school. Different is ok. -Victoria

Not all forms of abuse leave bruises.

I think I'm very real as a person, and that comes across in my work.

He may not have been her Prince Charming, but he had definitely just exposed himself as Prince Shit.

Life wasn't always easy, and had a way of filing down the sharp corners and rough edges.

There's no style, nobody dresses up-you can't be chic [in San Francisco]

Don't make decisions out of fear. They never get yo anywhere you want to go.

The ideal person is not the one with whom one can be happy, but the one without whom one can't be happy. - Anonymous

In my late teenage years, I developed a real passion for it, and wrote a lot of poetry.

dangers of her past. She cared about what he provided in an otherwise dangerous world. "Russia is a hard place," she said quietly, "or it used to be. I think it still is for most people. The strong ones like Vladimir survive and climb out, and he pulled me out with him. The others don't make it, and many of them die. I might have been one of those." "You gave up your freedom for all that," he said, still

Everett thought about it for a minute before he answered. I go on with my life. I keep coming to meetings. And I love her forever.

Holiday or business, monsieur? The customs officer looked unconcerned as he stamped Peter's passport, and barely glanced up at him after looking at the picture. He had blue eyes and dark hair and looked younger than his forty-four years. He had fine features, he was tall, and most people would have agreed that he was handsome.

I studied literature design and fashion design.

Close and then started to put

Nazis were raiding French homes, looking for Jewish children. The tragedy of the year before was that Jean Moulin, one of the famed

And the worst thing she had heard were the words he hadn't said, the fact that he hadn't loved her.

the community, and respected. She

Who doesn't need hope in their lives: hope that something can change, that someone cares, that not only bad things happen unexpectedly but good things can happen to us too?

You don't need to show off your body to catch a boy's eye. You'd best learn that early on, or you'll be bringing home the worst sort of boy.

If you let life pass you by now, it won't ever come back. You don't get another chance

Together they were more than they each were alone. They didn't take away from each other, they added all that they were.

Her writing was her only escape, her only means of survival. It was a respite from a cruel world, despite seemingly comfortable surroundings.

But even she had figured out that there was no point giving up a great job and following him to the ends of the earth, when he simply refused to make any promises about, or even discuss, the future.

The conclusion to be drawn is that I am happiest writing in small rooms. They make me feel comfortable and secure. And it took me years to figure out that I need to write in a corner. Like a small animal burrowing into its hole, I shift furniture around, and back myself into a cozy corner, with my back to the wall ... and then I can write.

Wilson-Donovan wanted to move ahead as quickly as possible to clinical trials on patients, which was why it was so important to test Vicotec's safety now before the FDA hearings in September, which would hopefully put it on the "Fast Track." Peter was absolutely sure that the testing being concluded by Paul-Louis Suchard, the head of the laboratory in Paris, would only confirm the good news he had just been given in Geneva.

There was something much greater she needed to feed her soul, and perhaps one day soon she would go ...

I try to write about the stuff that torments us all.

Sometimes life will make you give up what you love most.

it's not easy to meet good people

and French-braided hair,

People are so obsessed with that these days. As long as you're healthy, what difference do a few pounds make? Crazy diets. Thirteen-year-old girls on magazine covers who wind up in hospitals because they're so anorexic. Real women don't look like that. And who wants them to? No one wants a woman who looks sick or like she;s been from a refugee camp.

I'm a terribly irresponsible eater - I love soft-boiled eggs and chocolate. I never met a chocolate I could not eat.

Nothing is irreversible except
dying.

been through. She was a woman who

It was the cruelest of destiny's tricks, the death of a young person.

I wish I were braver, although I try.

Lust is temporary, romance can be nice, but love is the most important thing of all. Because without Love, lust and romance will always be short-lived.

They were one flame made out of two people, with a love that had endured all the challenges and tragedies of life. But they were still standing, still alive, and still whole.

but neither of them seemed

I'm probably the most uptight, conservative person you'll meet. I'm very religious.

and all the people who were

Anyway. He plays the same old stuff every time. I'll have Charlie let him

Love is quite violent. It is so painful at times, so devastating. And there is nothing worse or better. We find the highs and lows equally unbearable. But then again, the absence of them is more so.

Do you sit home like the Virgin Mary waiting for Prince Charming to come along? Or do you go out with Prince not-so-charming and at least get out of the house and have some fun while you wait for the right guy to come along?

Her life was beginning to make sense again, although she couldn't say she was enjoying it. But her mind was clear, and her heart was not constantly as heavy. Only when she thought about him. But she knew that in time, she'd survive it. She had done it before and would again. Eventually the heart repairs.

True in eighth grade, when Gracie was in first grade.

Some people are just different, even in the same family.

She wasn't on heroin then, but she was a mess. I thought I was going to put Humpty Dumpty back together and turn her into a princess. Instead, she turned into scrambled eggs, and always was

I'm astonished by my success.

His smiles were hard won, but when they came, they were well worth it. They lit up his face like summer sunshine. The rest of the time, and far more frequently, he seemed lost in winter. And when he laughed, he was a different person.

I don't think we can do it any other way," Nick said practically. "The circus is going to make a big fuss about it." It was all part of the hype of being circus stars, but

taking the money. She made it sound like more

Don't hate anyone," Beata said quietly. "It's too much work. And it only poisons you.

Writing is a solitary endeavor, but not a lonely one. When you write, your world is populated by the characters you invent, and you feel those people filling your life.

I try to give people hope. Even though life is bleak, there's hope out there.

Pebble Beach. Jeff and

The records of adopted children are sealed in California. That seal is considered inviolable ... The judge ruled that, because I was famous, he didn't have the same rights as other kids.

the essence of prayer is not to think a lot, but to love a lot.

That terrible feeling that you're not good enough to be loved by the people you love most, and eventually by anyone else.

objects that couldn't be