Quotes from Mary Balogh, A Secret Affair

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

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

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?