Quotes from Mary Balogh

But if one had everything one could ever need or want, what was left to dream of?

I have read somewhere that we often spend a lifetime searching for what we already have.

Stop being so fruitlessly busy and dream . Use your imagination . Reach out into the unknown and dream of how you can enlarge your experience and improve your mind and your soul and your world.

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.

The suffering of a loved one was in many ways worse than one's one suffering because it left one feeling so very helpless.

Sometimes now was enough. Sometimes it was everything.

And she was terribly aware that she was alive. Not just living and breathing, but ...alive.

Occasionally we all do wrong things from right motives. Only time can prove us right or wrong. The past is the past. Nothing can change it now, and who is to say that it was all wrong, anyway?

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.

I wish," he said, "I had known at eighteen what I know now - that there are some things on which one does not compromise.

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....