Mary Balogh Quotes

A sunrise or sunset can be ablaze with brilliance and arouse all the passion, all the yearning, in the soul of the beholder.

Every moment is a moment of decision, and every moment turns us inexorably in the direction of the rest of our lives.

There is no happily-ever-after to run to. We have to work for happiness.

Perhaps she was just looking for love in the wrong places. In all the safe places. What if love was not safe at all?

Nothing is permanently perfect. But there are perfect moments and the will to choose what will bring about more perfect moments.

And she was terribly aware that she was alive. Not just living and breathing, but ...alive.

The worst thing about loneliness is that it brings one face to face with oneself.

I prefer to believe the opposite - that there is always an indestructible beauty at the heart of darkness.

Always guarding one's real, precious self in a cocoon of tranquility within a thousand masks. Life itself had become a secret affair.

The bad part is life continues. The good part is that the pain goes away.

I wish," he said, "I had known at eighteen what I know now - that there are some things on which one does not compromise.

Have you noticed," she asked him, "how we live much of our lives in the past and most of the rest of it in the future? Have you noticed how often the present moment slips by quiet unnoticed?

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.

It was so much more comfortable to be able to divide people into heroes and villains and expect them to play their allotted part.

I can be hurt, she said, only by people I respect.

This time her heart would not break, even though it would hurt and hurt for a long time to come. Perhaps for the rest of her life. But it would not break. She had the strength to go on alone.

Sometimes even the imagination lets one down.

Sometimes children do not realize by how fragile a thread their security hangs. Perhaps it is as well they do not - most of them grow up before the thread can be broken.

The real meaning of things lies deep down and the real meaning of things is always beautiful because it is simply love.

The suffering of a loved one was in many ways worse than one's one suffering because it left one feeling so very helpless.

Occasionally we all do wrong things from right motives. Only time can prove us right or wrong. The past is the past. Nothing can change it now, and who is to say that it was all wrong, anyway?

Why do I want to run from happiness?

Suddenly, and for the first time, he was at the center of his own life, living it and loving it.

My happiness has to come from within myself or it is too fragile a thing to be of any use to me and too much of a burden to benefit any of my loved ones.

I do not admire greatness that has no substance.

Tears never were worth the effort of crying them.

Fear is a powerful beast, if it is allowed the mastery.

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.

If you have always suspected your sister of an inclination to madness, it will be my pleasure to confirm your worst fears.

But only a person in the depths of despair neglected to look beyond winter to the spring that inevitably followed, bringing back color and life and hope.

But if one had everything one could ever need or want, what was left to dream of?

Even friends need private spaces, if only within the depths of their own souls, where no one else is allowed to intrude.

One day you will learn that love does not always betray you.

Why did people assume that the beautiful among them needed nothing but their beauty to bring them happiness? That behind the beauty there was nothing but an empty shell, insensitive shell?

Was memory always as much of a burden as it could sometimes be a blessing.

There had to be a reason why they were not going to marry. They had both been so adamant about it. What the devil was the reason?

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.

Love, I have discovered, does not judge. It just is.

I'm terrified that I will never be able to put him from my mind. I don't love him but I'm afraid that he will make it impossible for me ever to love anyone else.

I do beg you to have some regard for my pride. A million years? I assure you I would stop asking after the first thousand.

Sometimes now was enough. Sometimes it was everything.

But parents, she supposed, were not the pinnacle of perfection their children thought or expected them to be. They were humans who usually did the best they could but often made the wrong choices.

Stop being so fruitlessly busy and dream. Use your imagination. Reach out into the unknown and dream of how you can enlarge your experience and improve your mind and your soul and your world.

I have read somewhere that we often spend a lifetime searching for what we already have.

And of course the word love has many shades of meaning, as do many, many of the words in our living, breathing language

Sometimes it just seems that love is not enough, does it?

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.

She had made reason and common sense her gods. She had allowed people who did not know what she knew or understand what she unstood to be her mentors.

It is foolish to regret anything form one's past.

My mind cannot grasp forever, " she told him. "There must surely be an end somewhere. But the big question is-what it beyond the end?