Quotes from Mary Balogh

Shocking it is . . . It's what comes of being too handsome.

I pride myself on always displaying impeccable manners.

I believe he would be very relieved to know how he may rescue her from her difficulties.

You do not have to say anything, he said gently. I really do not have the right to make such a declaration to you.

I will always think of you and always love you.

It is as well for him, he said, that he is already dead. He would suffer this night if he were still alive.

He grinned suddenly and her heart somersaulted—he looked so very like that exuberant boy of her memories.

God, the light had gone out. He was in darkness.

Since when had shabby men started to look impossibly attractive when immaculately tailored ones merely looked ... well, immaculately tailored? Though it was not shabby men exactly, was it, but a certain shabby man . It was really very puzzling.

She longed for it and dreaded it.

She raised her eyes to his. To the golden boy who had lit her world for a couple of months one springtime long ago—so little happiness to occupy the space of twenty-eight years.

more annoying than her general righteousness. But Camille

There was something different about his face. It was not quite smiling, but the disciplined austerity had somehow gone from it. It was as though he had allowed some of himself to come out from that place deep within where he had hidden most of his life.

You are despicable, she said, flushing, and you really are no gentleman.

Doubtless it will be a relief to be free of me and my troubles.

Oh, she cried, exasperated, ''I'll not stand for this, Marius! Then you shall just have to lie down for it, my love, he said soothingly.

She had lost all that was most precious in her life.

She was finding it increasingly painful to hate him.

Go now, he said harshly, before I forget that there can never be anything but enmity between you and me.

He could no longer prolong the sweet agony.

As the daughter of an earl, he said, you could probably snare a duke, Margaret, if there is one available. They both laughed. If he is young, handsome, wealthy, kind, and inclined to love me to distraction, she said, then I will grab him. She laughed again. Provided I love him to distraction too, of course.

He sat on the edge of the bed, his aching head in his hands for a few moments. Deuce take it, I wish I were dead.

I'll never stop loving you. Don't expect it of me.

You would not dare," she said indignantly. He looked at her sidelong. "That is one word that is inadvisable to use in my hearing," he said, "unless you are quite prepared for me to take you up on it. I would certainly dare." "You are no gentleman," she told him. "Why is it," he asked her as they ascended the marble steps, "that you still say that as if you had just now made the discovery?