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It is also for stepping into the unknown," Claudia said, "when it would be easier to cling what it familiar and safe."
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step
uknown
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Mary Balogh |
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Could a love of that magnitude die? If it was true love, could it ever die? Was there such a thing as true love?
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true
love
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Mary Balogh |
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1d83b1e
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Why was it that silence sometimes felt like a physical thing with a weight of its own?
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Mary Balogh |
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She had never believed in fate. She still did not. It would be nonsense of freedom of will and choice, and it was through such freedom that we worked our way through life and learned what we needed to learn. But sometimes, it seemed to her, there was something, some sign, to nudge one along in a certain direction. What one chose to do with that nudge was up to that person.
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Mary Balogh |
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People, especially some religious people. would have us believe that it is wrong . even a sin, to love oneself. It is not. It is the basic, essential love. If you do not love yourself, you cannot possibly love anyone else. Not fully and truly.
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Mary Balogh |
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And I need you, my love," he said. "I need you so much that I panic when I think that perhaps I will not be able to persuade you to come back with me to Enfield. I need you so much that I cannot quite contemplate the rest of my life if it must be lived without you. I need you so much that--Well, the words speak for themselves. I need you." "To look after Augusta?" she said. She dared not hear what he was surely saying. She dared not hope. "..
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need
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Mary Balogh |
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You really love me?" she asked wistfully. "The devil!" he exclaimed, looking over his shoulder. "Did I forget to say it? The thing I came to say?"
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men
women
love
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Mary Balogh |
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55913a6
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There is a terrible pain," she said softly, "about being abandoned by someone who loves someone else more than you. A pain and an emptiness and a determination never again to give anyone that power."
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Mary Balogh |
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a95e3d1
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If you have always suspected your sister of an inclination to madness, it will be my pleasure to confirm your worst fears.
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regency
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Mary Balogh |
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but most roads I have learned from past experience lead somewhere eventually.
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Mary Balogh |
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7a6ab12
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Fear must be challenged, I have found. It is a powerful beat if it is allowed the mastery.
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Mary Balogh |
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4c7f7d8
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I came," he said. Good Lord! If there were an orator-of-the-year award, he would be in dire danger of winning it."
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Mary Balogh |
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4181c51
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But only a person in the depths of despair neglected to look beyond winter to the spring that inevitably followed, bringing back color and life and hope.
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winter
spring
person
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Mary balogh |
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a074c60
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He knew he was alive when he was with her, whatever the devil that meant. Whatever the devil it did mean, it made all the difference. And he was not even sure what that meant.
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Mary Balogh |
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My woman. She had a momentary image of a caveman, hanging on to his woman by the hair with one hand while in the other he wielded a club to beat back caveman number two. Perhaps she would sketch it one day.
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Mary Balogh |
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4b2e93e
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The ugliness at the heart of beauty. Is there always ugliness, do you suppose? Even when the object is very, very beautiful?
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ugly
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Mary Balogh |
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1d42469
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Was there to be some healing after all? Was healing possible when grave damage had been done? Was wholeness possible when one had been horribly maimed.
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maim
wholeness
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Mary Balogh |
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1ff7150
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Future indifferences is no consolation for present pain.
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present
pain
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Mary Balogh |
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654d44c
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Ah, but dreams cannot be captured with promises," he said. "Like water, they elude our grasp. But water is the staff of life. I believe your dream will come true if only because you will not compromise on it and let it go too lightly."
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Mary Balogh |
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42813be
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And so silence and ...darkness hold happiness and joy?" he said softly. "Assuredly," she said, "provided one listens to the silence and gazes deeply into the darkness. Everything is there. Everything."
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silence
joy
listen
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Mary Balogh |
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ceabd07
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Idleness was so often despised. And yet it was on idleness, she knew, that one touched meaning and peace.
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Mary Balogh |
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51e4dd9
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Sometimes children do not realize by how fragile a thread their security hangs. Perhaps it is as well they do not - most of them grow up before the thread can be broken.
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thread
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Mary Balogh |
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After you married, Crispin, she said, my heart was broken. I will not deny it. But I did not slip into a sort of suspended life that would be forever gray and meaningless if you did not somehow come back to me. I put back the pieces of my heart and kept on living. I am not the woman I was when I was in love with you and expecting to marry you. I am not the woman I was when I heard that you were married. I am the woman I have become in the f..
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love
pices
years
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Mary Balogh |
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232bfab
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Living in a house with a large library," she said, "is a little like living in heaven"
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Mary Balogh |
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afc7f66
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Everyone should know what it is like to be called by name. By the name of the unique person one is at heart.
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Mary Balogh |
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d114e82
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We all learn to bury a broken heart beneath layers of dignity
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Mary Balogh |
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d0bd754
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They were all true today but tomorrow they would be a little less so and next week less so again. It was in the nature of strong emotion that it faded away over time.
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Mary Balogh |
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78f3470
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Even at its darkest moment, life was a precious gift.
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Mary Balogh |
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9ceb95f
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Edward describing Angeline's bonnet) "Then it is overbright and those colors should never been seen togther upon the same person, not to mention the same ." he said. "And it actually suits you perfectly. It suits your character."
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Mary Balogh |
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0b4a2a7
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Now she realized she had never been kissed before. Not really. Not like this. Ah, never like this.
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Mary Balogh |
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0617712
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Sometimes she felt that her heart would ssurely break. But she knew that hearts did not literally break because their owners were unhappy - and foolish. How dreadfully foolish she had been. Yet she clung to the memories as to a lifeline.
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Mary Balogh |
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When we last out at ourselves for having lost control, we are reminded that we never can be in total control, that all life asks of us is to do our best to cope with what is handed to us.
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Mary Balogh |
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50234dd
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Youthful dreams are precious things. They ought not to be dashed as foolish and unrealistic just because they are young dreams. Innocence ought not to be destroyed from any callous conviction that a realistic sort of cynicism is better.
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Mary Balogh |
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If I had smiled and fawned over you at Lady Mannering's ball," she said, "and if I had simpered and giggled during the drive in Hyde Park, you would have lost interest in me in a moment, Lord Ravensberg." "Good Lord, yes," he agreed. Perceptive of her. "I would thank you not to take the Lord's name in vain," she said so primly that he was momentarily enchanted. "I see that I have behaved in quite the wrong manner with you. I should have e..
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Mary Balogh |
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If you are never frightened, sir, you would never find out what you was made of and what you was capable of doing. You would never become a better man than what you started out being. P'raps this is what you will discover - what you are made of and what you are capable of. And when you finally do remember who you are, p'raps you will find that you have become a better man than he ever was. P'raps he was a man why never ever grew any more on..
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memory
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Mary Balogh |
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8ea64bc
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It was now twenty minutes past four in the morning, allowing for the fact that the clock in the library of his town house was four minutes slow, as it had been for as far back as he could remember. He eyed it with a frown of concentration. Now that he came to think about it, he must have it set right one of these days.Why should a clock be forced to go throught its entire existence four minutes behind the rest of the world? It was not logic..
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romance
mary-balogh
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Mary Balogh |
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ad0bf54
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Except that love - that mysterious, vast, all-encompassing power - could not possibly be contained in a single word.
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words
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Mary Balogh |
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ec82bb0
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When I was nineteen," she said, "I was in love with being in love, I think. And I was given no chance to discover how deep - or not deep - that love would have gone."
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nineteen
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Mary Balogh |
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212edb1
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I am free, you see," she said, "to love or to withhold love. Love and dependence need no longer be the same thing to me. I am free to love. That is why I love you, and it is the way I love you."
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Mary Balogh |
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986fdeb
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Life is a precious possession...It is what one makes of it. - Charity Duncan
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life
love
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Mary Balogh |
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cb04ebe
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There is no such place as the promised land, but it would be foolish to reject even an unpromised land as worthless without first inspecting it thoroughly.
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Mary Balogh |
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5eec17a
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Stanbrook once told me," he said, "that suicide is the worst kind of selfishness, as it is often a plea to specific people who are left stranded in the land of the living, unable for all eternity to answer the plea"
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Mary Balogh |
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d42baf2
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If we were to see the grandeur of our real selves, I suspect we would also see the necessity of living up to who we really are. And most of us are too lazy for that. Or else we are having too good a time enjoying our less than perfect lives to be bothered. (Claudia Martin)
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Mary Balogh |
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6c70666
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There were certain moments upon which the whole of the future course of one's life might turn. And almost inevitably they popped out at one without any warning at all, leaving one with no time to consider or engage in a reasoned debate with oneself. One had to make a split second decision, and much depended upon it. Perhaps everything.
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future
moments
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Mary Balogh |