“Life so often becomes a determined, relentless avoidance of pain - of one's own, of other people's. But sometimes pain has to… — Mary Balogh Copy Share Image
The bad part is life continues. The good part is that the pain goes away. — Mary Balogh Copy Share Image
“What happened was pain and pleasure and shock and satisfaction all rolled into one. Pain as he withdrew and thrust over and… — 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
“We must, as we grow older and wiser, be able to allow all the pain to seep out of our bones and… — 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
Life, she realized, so often became a determined, relentless avoidance of pain-of one's own, of other people's. But sometimes pain had to… — 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
“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
