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Sometimes even the imagination lets one down.
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Mary Balogh |
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Where was Bewcastle? But then he was there, standing on the terrace some distance away, and such was the power of his presence that everyone seemed to sense it an fell back away from Alleyne even as they stopped talking. There was still all sorts of noise, of course - horses, carriage wheels, voices, the water spouting out of the fountain - but it seemed to Alleyne as if complete silence fell. Bewcastle had already seen him. His gaze was st..
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Mary Balogh |
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I do believe in fate, Anne-not the blind fate that gives one no freedom of choice, but a fate that sets down a pattern for each of our lives and gives us choices, numerous choices, by which to find that pattern and be happy.
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fate
patterns
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Mary Balogh |
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Love does not involve emotions, then?" he asked her with a smile. "It is not ruled by them," she told him. "Love is liking and companionship and respect and trust. Love does not dominate or try to possess. Love thrives only in a commitment to pure, mutual freedom. That is why marriage is so tricky. There are the marriage ceremony and the marriage vows and the necessity for fidelity -all of them suggestive of restraints, even imprisonment. M..
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romance
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Mary Balogh |
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He gazed up at the blue sky and knew that heaven--at least in this life--was neither a time nor a place to be grasped and made into a possession. It came in fleeting moments and then went away again to leave one nostalgic and yearning and on the verge of tears. Very much on the verge of tears. And very frightened.
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heaven
life-and-living
love
fleeting
yearn
yearning
nostalgic
sky
fright
tears
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Mary Balogh |
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I do beg you to have some regard for my pride. A million years? I assure you I would stop asking after the first thousand.
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humor
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Mary Balogh |
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And of course the word love has many shades of meaning, as do many, many of the words in our living, breathing language
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shade
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Mary Balogh |
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Was memory always as much of a burden as it could sometimes be a blessing.
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burden
memory
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Mary Balogh |
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Every...woman," the old lady said, "loves a ...rogue."
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Mary Balogh |
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Sometimes," he said, "it is necessary to go back before we can move forward."
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go-back
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Mary Balogh |
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But the things is, you see, that two people can never actually become one no matter how close they are. And it would not be desirable even if it were possible. What would happen when one of them died? It would leave the other as a half a person, and that would be a dreadful thing. We must each be a whole person and therefore we each need some privacy to be alone with ourselves and our own feelings.
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one
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Mary Balogh |
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But a mother-son relationship is not a coequal one, is it? He is lonely with only you just as you are lonely with only him.
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son
mother
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Mary Balogh |
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My life will be what I make it," he told her. "That is true for all of us all the time. We cannot know what the future will bring or how the events of the future will make us feel. We cannot even plan and feel any certainty that our most carefully contrived plans will be put into effect. Could I have predicted what happened to me in the Peninsula? Could you have predicted what happened to you in Cornwall? But those things happened to us nev..
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dream
life
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Mary Balogh |
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Black is the absence of all color. White is the presence of all colors. I suppose life must be one or the other. On the whole, though, I think I would prefer color to its absence. But then black does add depth and texture to color. Perhaps certain shades of gray are necessary to a complete palette. Even unrelieved black. Ah, a deep philosophical question. Is black necessary to life, even a happy life? Could we ever be happy if we did not at..
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life
gray-book
white
misery
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Mary Balogh |
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Why have you done all this for me?" She turned her head to look at him. "Tell me the truth." He shook his head slowly. "I don't think I could have been more terrified of the devil than I was of you," she said, "when it was happening and in my thoughts and nightmares afterward. And when you came home to Willoughby and I realized that the Duke of Ridgeway was you, I thought I would die from the horror of it." His face was expressionless. "I k..
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Mary Balogh |
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It was so much more comfortable to be able to divide people into heroes and villains and expect them to play their allotted part.
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Mary Balogh |
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Have you noticed," she asked him, "how we live much of our lives in the past and most of the rest of it in the future? Have you noticed how often the present moment slips by quiet unnoticed?"
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present
past
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Mary Balogh |
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Tonight he would do anything in the world for her. Tomorrow he would begin to set her free.
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freedom
love
temporary
duty
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Mary Balogh |
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But parents, she supposed, were not the pinnacle of perfection their children thought or expected them to be. They were humans who usually did the best they could but often made the wrong choices.
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Mary Balogh |
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Suddenly, and for the first time, he was at the center of his own life, living it and loving it.
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live
life
love
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Mary Balogh |
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Why is it," she asked, snuggling closer, "that I so often imagine myself running away and running free?"
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free
run
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Mary Balogh |
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When one had once suffered a great hurt, there was always a weakness afterward, a vulnerability where there had been wholeness and strength before - and innocence.
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Mary Balogh |
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No time is really wasted unless one never learns the lessons that it offers.
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Mary Balogh |
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I have always been a spectator of life, you know, never a participant. Never. But now I am. Today I am, and I an awed and deliriously happy. This is the adventure I asked for, the adventure I am having I will be forever grateful to you.
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Mary Balogh |
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It was the challenge of life too, was it not? People could never be fully understood. They were ever changing, different people at different times and under different circumstances and influences. And always growing, always creating themselves anew. How impossible it was to know another human being. How impossible to know even oneself.
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grow
different
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Mary Balogh |
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He offered his arm and she took it. And the world was the same place. And forever different.
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Mary Balogh |
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How easy it is to dismiss the outer packaging without an inkling that one is thereby missing the precious beauty within.
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Mary Balogh |
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We can never benefit today from the wisdom we will have gained tomorrow.
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Mary Balogh |
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There had to be a reason why they were not going to marry. They had both been so adamant about it. What the devil was the reason?
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reason
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Mary Balogh |
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The trouble with running away is that you must always take yourself with you.
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Mary Balogh |
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I do not admire greatness that has no substance.
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substances
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Mary Balogh |
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And he knew at that moment that love world never die, that it would never fade away altogether. The time might come when he would meet and marry someone else. He might even be reasonably happy. But there would always be a deep precious place in his heart that belonged to his first real love.
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marry
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Mary Balogh |
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We can always do anything as long as we are alive. We can always change, grow, evolve into a far better version of ourselves. It is surely what life is for.
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Mary Balogh |
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Families are wonderful institution," he said. "I value mine more than I can possibly say. But each of us has an individual life to live, our own path to tread, our own destiny to forge. You can imagine, if you will, how my family wished to shelter and protect me and do my living for me so that I would never again know fear or pain or abandonment. Eventually I had to step clear of them-or I might have fallen into the temptation of allowing t..
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family
life
shelter
protect
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Mary Balogh |
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Why do I want to run from happiness?
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run
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Mary Balogh |
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Have you noticed," she asked him, "how standing still can sometimes be no different from moving backward? For the whole world moves on and leaves one behind." --
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Mary Balogh |
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The real meaning of things lies deep down and the real meaning of things is always beautiful because it is simply love.
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meaning
simply
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Mary Balogh |
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I do not believe there is right or wrong," he said. "there is only doing what one must do under given circumstances and living with the consequences and weaving every experiences, good and bad, into the fabric of one's life so that ultimately one can see the pattern of it all and accept the lessons life has taught."
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Mary Balogh |
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Love is a connection with another person, either through birth or through something else that I cannot even explain. It is often just an attraction at first. But it goes far deeper than that. It is a determination to care for the other person no matter what and to allow oneself to be cared for in return. It is a commitment to make the other happy and to be happy oneself. It is not possessive, but neither is it a victim. And it does not alwa..
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meaning-of-life
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Mary Balogh |
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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?
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shell
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Mary Balogh |
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Love is wanting to be with someone all the time.It is accepting the other person with all good qualities and bad and not wanting to change any of them. It is wanting to give affection and approval and comfort and everything that is oneself,demanding nothing in return. It is - love is very difficult, Julia. It is an ideal, rarely achieved in reality because we are all selfish and imperfect beings. It is a dream, a goal, something to be aimed..
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love-quotes
dream
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Mary Balogh |
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One who has conquered every aspect of his pain except the deepest.
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pain
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Mary Balogh |
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But that is what life is all about, he said. "It is about dreaming and making those dreams come true with effort and determination - and love."
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reality
life
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Mary Balogh |
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This boy," he said, indicating the paintings with one sweep of his arms, "was romantic. He thought that it was beauty that bound everything together. And for him it was true. Life had been beautiful for him. He was very young. He knew very little of life. He saw beauty but he did not feel any true passion. How could he? He did not know. He had not really encountered the force of beauty's opposite." "Are you more cynical now, then?" she aske..
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romantic
life
cynic
ugly
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Mary Balogh |