“Everything about my life was a lie and remained so until after his death. What I set as my primary goal in… — Mary Balogh Copy Share Image
“That is the excitement of life," he said when he was finished. "The not knowing. It is often best not to know.” — Mary Balogh Copy Share Image
“I do not believe there is right or wrong," he said. "there is only doing what one must do under given circumstances… — Mary Balogh Copy Share Image
Life, she realized, so often became a determined, relentless avoidance of pain-of one's own, of other people's. But sometimes pain had to… — Mary Balogh Copy Share Image
I have always been a spectator of life, you know, never a participant. Never. But now I am. Today I am, and… — Mary Balogh Copy Share Image
“Ah, but dreams cannot be captured with promises," he said. "Like water, they elude our grasp. But water is the staff of… — Mary Balogh Copy Share Image
“ Camille, what happened to you must surely have been the very best thing that could possibly have happened. ... I wonder… — Mary Balogh Copy Share Image
“If we were to see the grandeur of our real selves, I suspect we would also see the necessity of living up… — Mary Balogh Copy Share Image
“Life so often becomes a determined, relentless avoidance of pain - of one's own, of other people's. But sometimes pain has to… — Mary Balogh Copy Share Image
“His years of dependency were past. It was time to grow up and take charge. It was not going to be easy.… — Mary Balogh Copy Share Image
Now I must live with the consequences of the choice I made. And I will not call it the wrong choice. That… — Mary Balogh Copy Share Image
“This boy," he said, indicating the paintings with one sweep of his arms, "was romantic. He thought that it was beauty that… — Mary Balogh Copy Share Image
“It was the challenge of life too, was it not? People could never be fully understood. They were ever changing, different people… — Mary Balogh Copy Share Image
“But there were certain moments in life that forever defined one as a person - in one's own estimation, anyway. And one's… — Mary Balogh Copy Share Image
“Ah, this feels just like the old times... I still miss you and the others, you know, and life at school and… — Mary Balogh Copy Share Image
“The only thing you can neither plan nor control, my dearest love, the duke had once told her, is love itself. When… — Mary Balogh Copy Share Image
There is something infinitely better than happily-ever-after. There is happiness. Happiness is a living, dynamic thing, Eve, and has to be worked… — Mary Balogh Copy Share Image
“Why is it," she asked, snuggling closer, "that I so often imagine myself running away and running free?” — Mary Balogh Copy Share
“Ah, but dreams cannot be captured with promises," he said. "Like water, they elude our grasp. But water is the staff of life. I… — Mary Balogh Copy Share
“What sort of man could you love for a lifetime?" he asked her. She was silent for a while. He guessed that she was… — Mary Balogh Copy Share
“Sometimes children do not realize by how fragile a thread their security hangs. Perhaps it is as well they do not - most of… — Mary Balogh Copy Share
“Sometimes love was to be grasped in any form and in any manner it was offered. And sometimes love must be given in the… — Mary Balogh Copy Share
“When we last out at ourselves for having lost control, we are reminded that we never can be in total control, that all life… — Mary Balogh Copy Share
“This is your home,’ he said. ‘You are mistress of Finchley Park, Vanessa. You may do whatever you wish.’ Her smile broadened. ‘Within reason,’… — Mary Balogh Copy Share
“She bit her lower lip hard and blinked her eyes. There was such wistfulness and longing in his voice. Oh, she was going to… — Mary Balogh Copy Share
“But that is what life is all about, he said. "It is about dreaming and making those dreams come true with effort and determination… — Mary Balogh Copy Share
“One could not change the past anyway. Why let it blight the present and the future?” — Mary Balogh Copy Share
I prefer to believe the opposite - that there is always an indestructible beauty at the heart of darkness. — Mary Balogh Copy Share
