“Could a love of that magnitude die? If it was true love, could it ever die? Was there such a thing as… — Mary Balogh Copy Share Image
“The price of love, she thought, was pain. Was it worth it? Was it better not to love at all?” — Mary Balogh Copy Share Image
“Except that love - that mysterious, vast, all-encompassing power - could not possibly be contained in a single word.” — Mary Balogh Copy Share Image
“Life is a precious possession...It is what one makes of it. - Charity Duncan” — Mary Balogh Copy Share Image
“It was what remained to a relationship after the first euphoria of the romance had faded.” — Mary Balogh Copy Share Image
Perhaps she was just looking for love in the wrong places. In all the safe places. What if love was not safe… — Mary Balogh Copy Share Image
“Tonight he would do anything in the world for her. Tomorrow he would begin to set her free.” — Mary Balogh Copy Share Image
“When I was nineteen," she said, "I was in love with being in love, I think. And I was given no chance… — Mary Balogh Copy Share Image
“He loved me," she said, her voice leaden. "It is so easy to take love for granted when one has always had… — Mary Balogh Copy Share Image
“People, especially some religious people. would have us believe that it is wrong . even a sin, to love oneself. It is… — Mary Balogh Copy Share Image
“Life was very sad if there were not - and unbearably so if one's experience with romantic love turned one into an… — 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… — 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… — Mary Balogh Copy Share Image
“You still do not quite understand, do you?" she said softly. "I do not want you to change. I fell head over… — Mary Balogh Copy Share Image
“You really love me?" she asked wistfully. "The devil!" he exclaimed, looking over his shoulder. "Did I forget to say it? The… — Mary Balogh Copy Share Image
Did everyone make the most ghastly blunders at regularly intervals through their life and live to regret them ever afterward? Was everyone's… — Mary Balogh Copy Share Image
I know it is something of a cliche to say that love makes all things possible, but I believe it does. It… — Mary Balogh Copy Share Image
“One longs and longs to be grown up, doesn't one?," she said, "I dreamed of being eighteen and having a Season and… — Mary Balogh Copy Share Image
“Why had peace given place so soon to turmoil? To two separate solitudes? Because peace had been without thought? Without...integrity? How could… — Mary Balogh Copy Share Image
“If you want something, my dearest love, the duke had once told her, you will never get it. Want is a timid,… — Mary Balogh Copy Share Image
“Eunice Goddard," he said, all pretense of sleepiness gone from his eyes, "will you marry me? I have no flowery speech prepared… — Mary Balogh Copy Share Image
And he knew at that moment that love world never die, that it would never fade away altogether. The time might come… — Mary Balogh Copy Share Image
The people we love are usually stronger than we give them credit for. It is the nature of love, perhaps, to want… — 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… — Mary Balogh Copy Share Image
“And I need you, my love," he said. "I need you so much that I panic when I think that perhaps I… — 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
“You have become as necessary to me as the air I breathe,” he said. “Your beauty and your smiles wrap themselves about… — Mary Balogh Copy Share Image
“Love does not involve emotions, then?" he asked her with a smile. "It is not ruled by them," she told him. "Love… — Mary Balogh Copy Share Image
“Why have you done all this for me?" She turned her head to look at him. "Tell me the truth." He shook… — Mary Balogh Copy Share Image
“I am afraid that it will all be ruined. It is like stepping out into the darkness when one has a world… — Mary Balogh Copy Share Image
“There must be something terribly wrong with her, Camille thought, that she could neither feel nor attract love. Was it possible that… — Mary Balogh Copy Share Image
Love did not have to make sense. It did not have to be worthy. It did not have to be earned. It… — Mary Balogh Copy Share Image
“But that is what life is all about, he said. "It is about dreaming and making those dreams come true with effort… — Mary Balogh Copy Share Image
“I am free, you see," she said, "to love or to withhold love. Love and dependence need no longer be the same… — Mary Balogh Copy Share Image
“And infatuated be damned. He was near to being blinded by his attraction to her. He was in love, damn it all.… — 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
