It was so much more comfortable to be able to divide people into heroes and villains and expect them to play their… — Mary Balogh Copy Share Image
Why did people assume that the beautiful among them needed nothing but their beauty to bring them happiness? That behind the beauty… — Mary Balogh Copy Share Image
Your sense of guilt will linger. It will always be part of you. but sharing it, allowing people to love you anyway,… — 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
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
Did she ever feel nostalgia for any of her girlhood dreams? But life was made up of a succession of dreams, some… — Mary Balogh Copy Share Image
But the things is, you see, that two people can never actually become one no matter how close they are. And 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
