“How fragile were the moments of chance on which the whole course of one's life hinged.” — 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
This time her heart would not break, even though it would hurt and hurt for a long time to come. Perhaps for… — 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
There is no such thing as time. There is only our reaction to the inexorable progress of life. — Mary Balogh Copy Share Image
And of course the word love has many shades of meaning, as do many, many of the words in our living, breathing… — Mary Balogh Copy Share Image
“And so he drifted back to London... where he lived a life of increasingly busy idleness as he searched out one diversion… — 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
