Quotes from Mary Balogh

She leads a rather lonely life.

Adaptamos nuestra vida a las circunstancias y cogemos la felicidad donde la encontramos, aun cuando sólo sea en momentos pasajeros. O hacemos eso o nos perdemos la oportunidad de aceptar la gracia en nuestra vida. Este es un momento feliz. Lo recordaré.

Lord Francis sighed. "When you get back to Bedlam, Soph," he said, "ask them to reserve a room for me, will you? There's a good girl. I am going to be needing it soon." Sophia clucked her tongue and spurred her horse to a canter. Lord Francis shook his head and went after her.

Life had been so very quiet since. And so very dull, a deep inner voice added.

In a few more days, Christina thought . . . this would all be over . . . She would try to recall how he had looked, how he had sounded, what he had said. He would be gone.

All that had happened would not have happened. She would not be raw with pain. She would be safely content.

La naturaleza es una maravilla, ¿verdad? — dijo ella, sentándose en una roca de superficie plana y ordenando las conchas sobre la rodilla. —Siempre — convino él—, incluso cuando sus efectos son catastróficos para los seres humanos que han intentado dominarla o desafiarla. Es la quintaesencia del artista perfecto, y también sabe producir cosas tan frágiles y exquisitas como esas conchas.

Besides, life had become confoundedly dull of late. The Season had lost its charms after so many years of sameness.

It was true that love had never done her much good. It had brought her very little happiness. A few weeks of courtship and two days of marriage did not provide enough happiness for a lifetime. There had been years of pain and emptiness. Perhaps a marriage based on affection and respect would prove more durable. Perhaps there would not be the peak of delirious joy that she had known with Robert. But there would not be the depths of despair, either.

How easy it is to dismiss the outer packaging without an inkling that one is thereby missing the precious beauty within." His

Do you love me? she asked him, lifting her face to his . . . He kissed her. She clung to him, tasting his answer in his mouth.

There was loneliness and emptiness without Teddy, she had said. He had news for her. There was always loneliness and emptiness. It was part of the condition of living.

But body and mind knew alike that he was Piers, that she had given all of herself to him, with nothing held back. She knew it, and she reveled in the knowledge. For all her life she would know that they had been lovers for one brief and glorious night.

You said I was free, she told him. I have never been free—very few women ever are.

La familia es una institución maravillosa. Valoro la mía más de lo que podría expresar con palabras. Pero cada persona tiene que vivir su vida individual, pisar su propio camino, forjar su propio destino.

We are not old, and even if we are, we are not dead.

But he suppressed the thought. It could bring no peace at all, but only shatter it.

Camille, what happened to you must surely have been the very best thing that could possibly have happened. ... I wonder if the advent of Anna into your life was in its way as much of a blessing as her advent into mine has been. Two very different men, saying essentially the same thing—that the greatest catastrophe of her life was perhaps also its greatest blessing.

still found it difficult to look him in the face. She smiled vaguely in the direction of

She was beginning to feel a sense of release, a hope that happiness still lay ahead of her.

Though perhaps I would be unable then either to agree or to disagree. I would be dead.

Life has kicked us in the teeth, Abby, and I am about to kick back. Hard.

Ah, but it is a woman's romantic view of life that keeps it from becoming dull.

As I see it, there is room for only one master in my home. It may be unreasonable of me, my dear fellow, but I have always insisted that that master be me.