“How fragile were the moments of chance on which the whole course of one's life hinged.” — Mary Balogh Copy Share Image
Have you noticed," she asked him, "how we live much of our lives in the past and most of the rest of… — Mary Balogh Copy Share Image
Every moment is a moment of decision, and every moment turns us inexorably in the direction of the rest of our lives. — Mary Balogh Copy Share Image
Nothing is permanently perfect. But there are perfect moments and the will to choose what will bring about more perfect moments. — Mary Balogh Copy Share Image
“There were certain moments upon which the whole of the future course of one's life might turn. And almost inevitably they popped… — Mary Balogh Copy Share Image
He gazed up at the blue sky and knew that heaven—at least in this life—was neither a time nor a place to… — 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
And yet day and night meet fleetingly at twilight and dawn," he said, lowering his voice again and narrowing his eyes and… — 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
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
“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
