There is no happily-ever-after to run to. We have to work for happiness. — Mary Balogh Copy Share Image
“He watched her go, wondering if life ever offered happiness in more than very small, very brief doses. T” — Mary Balogh Copy Share Image
“And so silence and ...darkness hold happiness and joy?" he said softly. "Assuredly," she said, "provided one listens to the silence and… — Mary Balogh Copy Share Image
Why did people assume that the beautiful among them needed nothing but their beauty to bring them happiness? That behind the beauty… — Mary Balogh Copy Share Image
My happiness has to come from within myself or it is too fragile a thing to be of any use to me… — 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
He wished someone in the course of history had thought of striking that word and all its derivatives from the English Language… — Mary Balogh Copy Share Image
“Sometimes, one yearns for something.For the ultimate in happiness. I yearn for it,and don't know where to look for it any longer.… — Mary Balogh Copy Share Image
“... having a dream and being on the journey to fulfilling it sometimes brings more happiness than actually achieving it. We have… — 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
“Love is a connection with another person, either through birth or through something else that I cannot even explain. It is often… — Mary Balogh Copy Share Image
“I have been very unhappy , Anna—for all the obvious reasons," she said. "But in a strange way, that very fact is… — Mary Balogh Copy Share Image
“Happy? Most of the time? Happiness is always a fleeting thing," he said, "It never rests upon anyone as a permanent state,… — 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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“Would she be able to bear never seeing him again? Never in this life?” — Mary Balogh Copy Share Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
