Mary Balogh Quotes
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Mary Balogh Famous Quotes & Sayings
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And so he drifted back to London ... where he lived a life of increasingly busy idleness as he searched out one diversion after another
Miss Daisy Morrison, behaving so scandalously on her very first public appearance among the beau monde, would not easily be forgiven. But of course a
If she allowed herself to wallow in self-pity, she would be in danger of becoming one of those habitual moaners and complainers everyone avoided.
She was not sorry. And if it was the wine telling her that, then she would tell the wine the same thing tomorrow. She was not sorry.
He wished he understood women better. It was a well-known fact that they did not mean half of what they said.
But which half did they mean?
But which half did they mean?
Love did not have to make sense. It did not have to be worthy. It did not have to be earned. It did not have to woo.
It just simply was.
It just simply was.
[ ... ] a pearl probably does not look so very remarkable either while it is still hidden inside its shell.
It was strange how the heart clung to hope even when there was no reasonable basis for it, Morgan found. And how life went on.
Insults are only really effective," she said, "when the person insulted cares for the good opinion of the insulter
But all through life, it seems, we have to learn and relearn the lesson of loving people unconditionally, no matter what.
Hugo could cheerfully have died of mortification - if such a mass of contradictions had been possible.
Either way, he was always staring into a bottomless pit, or into a whirlpool that forever sucked him inexorably inward to its vortex.
Do you have anyone in mind, Hugo?" the duke asked. "Not really." Hugo sighed. "I have an army of female cousins and aunts who would be only too
Miss Blanche Heyward, opera dancer, would have made a superlative drill sergeant if she had just been a man.
We must, as we grow older and wiser, be able to allow all the pain to seep out of our bones and our souls so that we can start again.
Sometimes love was to be grasped in any form and in any manner it was offered. And sometimes love must be given in the same way.
If you have always suspected your sister of an inclination to madness, it will be my pleasure to confirm your worst fears.
Sometimes, self-pity was so ingrained in people that nothing could persuade them to take joy out of living.
Suffering can kill. Not always physically. But it can kill dreams and it can deaden hope and the will to live.
Everyone should know what it is like to be called by name. By the name of the unique person one is at
heart.
heart.
But life and pain go hand and hand. On e cannot live fully unless one faces pain at least occasionally.
Forever is not granted to any of us," the duchess said. "Even tomorrow is not granted as by right. Any of us can go at any moment.
You really love me?" she asked wistfully.
"The devil!" he exclaimed, looking over his shoulder. "Did I forget to say it? The thing I came to say?
"The devil!" he exclaimed, looking over his shoulder. "Did I forget to say it? The thing I came to say?
People do understand the language of the heart, you know, even if the head does not always comprehend it.
But a mother-son relationship is not a coequal one, is it? He is lonely with only you just as you are lonely with only him.
Openness and truth between partners were necessary if the marriage was to have a chance of bringing them any sort of happiness.
He had always felt that he lived on the edges of life, Constantine realized, watching everyone else living, sometimes helping them do it.
But that is what life is all about, he said. It is about dreaming and making those dreams come true with effort and determination - and love.
Could a love of that magnitude die? If it was true love, could it ever die? Was there such a thing as true love?
I wish," he said, "I had known at eighteen what I know now - that there are some things on which one does not compromise.
Ah, my love. Once dreams were shattered, there could be no assurance that they could ever be pieced together and dreamed again.
It takes chracter to refuse a man you love more dearly than life merely because marrying him would be the wrong thing to do.
We are made up of everything we have ever been, Percy. It is the joy and the pain of our individuality. There are no two of us the same.
I would not wish to deny you your dreams. But have a care. They can be dashed in one impulsive moment.
Ah, these double meanings," she said. "Who invented the English language, I wonder? He did not do a stellar job of it, whoever he was.
That is the excitement of life," he said when he was finished. "The not knowing. It is often best not to know.
Why is it," she asked, snuggling closer, "that I so often imagine myself running away and running free?
Perhaps today was all that mattered. Perhaps today was all anyone could expect. Perhaps tomorrow was always an illusion that never came.
He was insulting her sex but complimenting her personally. Was she supposed to simper with gratitude?