The worst thing about loneliness is that it brings one face to face with oneself. 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 sunsetpassionsoul Every moment is a moment of decision, and every moment turns us inexorably in the direction of the rest of our lives. Mary Balogh turnsmomentsdecision There is no happily-ever-after to run to. We have to work for happiness. Mary Balogh happily-ever-afterever-afterrunning Nothing is permanently perfect. But there are perfect moments and the will to choose what will bring about more perfect moments. Mary Balogh momentsperfectionperfect I prefer to believe the opposite - that there is always an indestructible beauty at the heart of darkness. Mary Balogh oppositesheartbelieve 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 fategivingbelieve And she was terribly aware that she was alive. Not just living and breathing, but ...alive. Mary Balogh breathingalive 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 forgottenfactspast 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-alonesolitudeexpression 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 passiontwilightmoving 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-evenhurtheart Sometimes even the imagination lets one down. Mary Balogh imaginationsometimes Fear is a powerful beast, if it is allowed the mastery. Mary Balogh masterypowerfulfear 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 fightingsweetbelieve 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 paingivingpeople 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 compromisewishdoe 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-ifsafelooking-for-love I can be hurt, she said, only by people I respect. Mary Balogh hurtsaidpeople 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 painpastmoving
