“One could not change the past anyway. Why let it blight the present and the future?” — Mary Balogh Copy Share Image
“By God, he thought, she was a fascinating person. She was going to take some knowing, some understanding. For the first time… — Mary Balogh Copy Share Image
Suddenly, and for the first time, he was at the center of his own life, living it and loving it. — Mary Balogh Copy Share Image
“My life will be what I make it," he told her. "That is true for all of us all the time. We… — 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 is nothing worse, is there," she said, "than a past that has never been fully dealt with. One can convince oneself,… — Mary Balogh Copy Share Image
“But there were certain moments in life that forever defined one as a person - in one's own estimation, anyway. And one's… — Mary Balogh Copy Share Image
“unguarded moment she pictured herself waltzing with Viscount Whitleaf,” — 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
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
“what it was like to feel all alone in the world and had been willing to share with a near stranger what… — 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
“Ah, this feels just like the old times... I still miss you and the others, you know, and life at school and… — Mary Balogh Copy Share Image
“They were all true today but tomorrow they would be a little less so and next week less so again. It was… — Mary Balogh Copy Share Image
“But there really was no hurry. It is time to love, he had said downstairs. And time was not always just one… — 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
Occasionally we all do wrong things from right motives. Only time can prove us right or wrong. The past is the past.… — Mary Balogh Copy Share Image
“Where was Bewcastle? But then he was there, standing on the terrace some distance away, and such was the power of his… — Mary Balogh Copy Share Image
“Happy? Most of the time? Happiness is always a fleeting thing," he said, "It never rests upon anyone as a permanent state,… — Mary Balogh Copy Share Image
“His years of dependency were past. It was time to grow up and take charge. It was not going to be easy.… — 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
“After a few awkward moments, Lizzy joined them and they skipped along the avenue, the three of them, laughing and whooping and… — 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
