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
“She wondered if she would have tumbled into love with him during the past week if her heart had been whole, if… — 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
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
“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
“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
“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
“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
“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
“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
“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
“Tonight he would do anything in the world for her. Tomorrow he would begin to set her free.” — 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
“But really there was no hurry. It is time to love, he had said downstairs. And time was not always just one… — Mary Balogh Copy Share Image
“Wept for the death of an ardent and immature love that had been unable to bring any comfort or peace to the… — 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
“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
“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
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
“Falling in love was as much about receiving as it was giving, was it? It seemed selfish. It was not, though. It… — Mary Balogh Copy Share Image
The real meaning of things lies deep down and the real meaning of things is always beautiful because it is simply love. — 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
“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
