I do not admire greatness that has no substance. Mary Balogh More Quotes by Mary Balogh More Quotes From Mary Balogh A sunrise or sunset can be ablaze with brilliance and arouse all the passion, all the yearning, in the soul of the beholder. Mary Balogh sunset passion soul Every moment is a moment of decision, and every moment turns us inexorably in the direction of the rest of our lives. Mary Balogh turns moments decision There is no happily-ever-after to run to. We have to work for happiness. Mary Balogh happily-ever-after ever-after running Nothing is permanently perfect. But there are perfect moments and the will to choose what will bring about more perfect moments. Mary Balogh moments perfection perfect I prefer to believe the opposite - that there is always an indestructible beauty at the heart of darkness. Mary Balogh opposites heart believe I do believe in fate, Anne-not the blind fate that gives one no freedom of choice, but a fate that sets down a pattern for each of our lives and gives us choices, numerous choices, by which to find that pattern and be happy. Mary Balogh fate giving believe And she was terribly aware that she was alive. Not just living and breathing, but ...alive. Mary Balogh breathing alive There is nothing worse, is there," she said, "than a past that has never been fully dealt with. One can convince oneself, that it is all safely in the past and forgotten about, but the very fact that we can tell ourselves that it is forgotten proves that it is not. Mary Balogh forgotten facts past I am not sure what lonliness is," she said. "If it is not literally being solitary, is it the fear of solitude, of being alone with oneself? I feel no such fear. I like being alone." "What do you fear then?" he asked her. She glanced briefly at him and smiled, a fragile expression that spoke for itself even before she found words. "Never finding myself again. Mary Balogh like-being-alone solitude expression And yet day and night meet fleetingly at twilight and dawn," he said, lowering his voice again and narrowing his eyes and moving his head a quarter of an inch closer to hers. "And their merging sometimes affords the beholder the most enchanted moments of all the twenty four hours. A sunrise or sunset can be ablaze with brilliance and arouse all the passion, all the yearning, in the soul of the beholder. Mary Balogh passion twilight moving 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. Mary Balogh break-even hurt heart Sometimes even the imagination lets one down. Mary Balogh imagination sometimes Fear is a powerful beast, if it is allowed the mastery. Mary Balogh mastery powerful fear I know it is something of a cliche to say that love makes all things possible, but I believe it does. It is not a magic wand that can be waved over life to make it all sweet and lovely and trouble free, but it can give the energy to fight the odds and win. Mary Balogh fighting sweet believe The people we love are usually stronger than we give them credit for. It is the nature of love, perhaps, to want to shoulder all the pain rather than see the loved one suffer. But sometimes pain is better than emptiness. I have been so empty Kit. All my life. So full of emptiness. That is strange paradox is nit not - full of emptiness? Mary Balogh pain giving people I wish," he said, "I had known at eighteen what I know now - that there are some things on which one does not compromise. Mary Balogh compromise wish doe The bad part is life continues. The good part is that the pain goes away. Mary Balogh pain Perhaps she was just looking for love in the wrong places. In all the safe places. What if love was not safe at all? Mary Balogh what-if safe looking-for-love I can be hurt, she said, only by people I respect. Mary Balogh hurt said people 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 be acknowledged and even touched so that one could move into it and through it and past it. Or else be destroyed by it. Mary Balogh pain past moving
