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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| a7e8795 | with a cluster of other servants. | Mary Balogh | ||
| c689b38 | unguarded moment she pictured herself waltzing with Viscount Whitleaf, | Mary Balogh | ||
| 1211d9b | Viscount Darleigh was charming as well as handsome, and he had the uncanny ability to look in the direction of the person who was speaking almost as if he could see that person. He moved about with the aid of a cane but with surprising confidence. It was clear that he had learned how to cope with his blindness at least within the confines of his own home. | Mary Balogh | ||
| 5ebe665 | What if I should drop the ring?" Cyril asked on the way to the church. Surely one of the functions of the best man - the principal function, in fact - was the calm the nerves of the bridegroom. "Then you crawl around on the floor until you recover it," Percy said. "It will not happen." "I have never done this before," Cyril added. "Neither have I," Percy told him." | Mary Balogh | ||
| 37b1727 | And what may I do for you?" Jane had intended to try to draw her away to the refreshment room, but it seemed they were" | Mary Balogh | ||
| 6747ecb | when one had taken that first determined step out into the rest of one's life, one had to keep on striding forward--or retreat and be forever defeated. | Mary Balogh | ||
| 4940b7c | To Jane Austen, for making romance novels classics and keepers for generations. | Mary Balogh | ||
| 49047c4 | She had made reason and common sense her gods. She had allowed people who did not know what she knew or understand what she unstood to be her mentors. | reason reason-and-common-sense | Mary Balogh | |
| fe8ba8b | Either way, he was always staring into a bottomless pit, or into a whirlpool that forever sucked him inexorably inward to its vortex. | metaphor romance bottomless-pit dancing-with-clara romance-hero regency-romance mary-balogh angst regency rake despair | Mary Balogh | |
| 13a4567 | Rapists do not deserve to live." And" | Mary Balogh | ||
| d2f76df | He was being the scrupulously honorable gentleman, she realized, protecting her name, taking the consequences of his own indiscretion. She understood all that and was grateful for it. And resentful of it. How helpless women were. The pawns of men. To be tripped up and pitched headlong into the dirt by men, and then to be picked up by them and dusted off and restored to uprightness. But that was the way of the world. | Mary Balogh | ||
| 8f87f70 | I perceive," he said, "that you are of the half-empty-glass school of thought, Miss Osbourne, while I am of the half-full school." "Then we are quite incompatible," she said. "Not necessarily so," he said. "Some differences of opinion will provide us with topics upon which to hold a lively debate. There is nothing more dull than two people who are so totally in agreement with each other upon every subject under the sun that there really is .. | Mary Balogh | ||
| 93127ea | There is something infinitely better than happily ever after. There is happiness. Happiness is a living, dynamic thing, Eve, and has to be worked on every moment for the rest of our lives. It is a far more exciting prospect than that silly static idea of a happily ever after. Would you not agree? | Mary Balogh | ||
| e229aad | Now was the time for now. Now was one of those rare and precious moments with which one was gifted from time to time. That was all it was. A moment. But it was one to be enjoyed to the full while it lasted and treasured for a lifetime after it was over. | Mary Balogh | ||
| ddae266 | You aren't intending to spend your married life quarreling, I hope?" Claude said, frowning as his brother passed a hand nervously through his hair and turned to the door. "I intend to be happy," Lord Francis said. "I shall see to it that I quarrel with Soph every day of our lives, Claude." | Mary Balogh | ||
| 57b0486 | Ah, these double meanings," she said. "Who invented the English language, I wonder? He did not do a stellar job of it, whoever he was." | Mary Balogh | ||
| c88fdd8 | crowded about the four sides of the green to watch and cheer. Viola had set out from home early in the morning looking ladylike and elegant in a muslin dress and shawl and straw bonnet, her hair in a neatly braided coronet about her head beneath it. She had even been wearing gloves. But she had long ago discarded all the accessories. Even her hair, slipping stubbornly out of its pins during the busy morning of rushing hither and yon, had be.. | Mary Balogh | ||
| 1410c20 | Dreams are wishes that will in all probability never come true. (Sophie) | Mary Balogh | ||
| 942ed29 | How fragile were the moments of chance on which the whole course of one's life hinged. | Mary Balogh | ||
| f3189fb | there was many a slip twixt cup and lip. | Mary Balogh | ||
| 4fa917a | La vida no era perfecta. Salvo en ocasiones. | Mary Balogh | ||
| 559d111 | Algunos dias eran tan tranquilos que al cabo de una semana era imposible recordar lo que habia sucedido en su transcurso. Otros estaban tan llenos de acontecimientos que era imposible creer que veinticuatro horas dieran para tanto. | Mary Balogh | ||
| be3cfbe | played any sort of game. Ten. | Mary Balogh | ||
| 2b33490 | el matrimonio es un viaje, como la vida misma. No puedo esperar que sea perfecto desde el principio. | Mary Balogh | ||
| ff44f07 | Algunas cosas pertenecian al corazon de cada cual. | Mary Balogh | ||
| 4b7757f | En ocasiones sucede algo tan catastrofico que durante un tiempo, a veces durante mucho tiempo, resulta imposible ver algo en la oscuridad, incluso parece imposible creer que haya algo mas alla. Pero siempre lo hay. Incluso, tal vez, en el momento de la muerte. Sobre todo en ese momento. | Mary Balogh | ||
| ff6f18e | Ese es el inconveniente de los suenos, [...]No siempre se hacen realidad. Pero siempre aparecen nuevos suenos con los que reemplazar los antiguos. En el fondo somos una especie llena de esperanza. | Mary Balogh | ||
| de05090 | Pero habia ciertos momentos a lo largo de la vida que definian a una persona para siempre... al menos ante sus propios ojos. | Mary Balogh | ||
| 105b2ff | La vida podia ser muy deprimente en ocasiones, pero siempre continuaba. No tenia sentido dejarse llevar por la depresion. | Mary Balogh | ||
| 55d8e51 | Acaso existia el amor verdadero? La vida seria muy triste si no existiera... En realidad, seria insoportable si los desenganos del amor romantico convirtieran a una persona en una cinica incurable. | Mary Balogh | ||
| 9d738f2 | En ocasiones necesitamos tiempo para adquirir sabiduria y reparar los errores del pasado | Mary Balogh | ||
| 1706968 | Yet now he felt that perhaps he had missed one of the few chances life offered to step off the wheel of routine and familiarity and duty to discover if there was joy somewhere beyond its turning. | Mary Balogh | ||
| 4e009ff | Habia ciertos momentos en los que la vida daba un giro que cambiaba por completo el curso establecido. Y era caracteristico que dichos momentos sucedieran sin previo aviso, dejando al interesado sin tiempo para considerar sus opciones o razonar consigo mismo sobre las repercusiones. De modo que solo quedaba tomar una decision apresurada de la que casi se podia decir que dependeria el resto de la vida. | Mary Balogh | ||
| 7540b62 | Las mentiras solo acarreaban sufrimiento. | Mary Balogh | ||
| 5c69bc5 | Did people... really kiss like that? She had had NO idea. She had imagined being kissed, and in her imagination she had been swept away by the sheer romance of the meeting of lips. In her naivete she had not considered the possibility that a kiss, as a prelude to sexual activity, might have powerful effects on parts of her body, in fact, even parts she had been only half aware of possessing. She ached and throbbed in all sorts of unfamiliar.. | Mary Balogh | ||
| 9efd682 | And so he drifted back to London... where he lived a life of increasingly busy idleness as he searched out one diversion after another | Mary Balogh | ||
| 718159b | He gazed at her without answering, and his fingers drummed a light tattoo on the table. "I need my sketch pad," he said. "You should do that more often, Camille." "Do what?" She could feel her cheeks grow warm at the intentness of his gaze. "Smile," he said. "With a certain degree of mischief in your eyes. The expression transforms you. Or perhaps it is just another facet of your character I have not seen before. I left my sketchbook at the.. | Mary Balogh | ||
| 42884b7 | usual look | Mary Balogh | ||
| aa56004 | Painting for him, she had realized then, was neither a hobby nor just a way of earning a living. It was a passion and a compulsion. In a certain sense it was who he was. She envied him. She had never been passionate about anything in her life. She had never allowed herself to be. She had deliberately shunned any excess of feeling as ungenteel. It was almost as though she had feared passion and where it might lead her. | Mary Balogh | ||
| 1bae0c4 | But there really was no hurry. It is time to love, he had said downstairs. And time was not always just one second long or even one minute or one hour. Those were artificial divisions, imposed by humankind. Time was infinite. And it was time to love. | Mary Balogh | ||
| d8269b7 | Had she read any good books lately? At all? She could tell him that she was going to take out a subscription at the library tomorrow because she was feeling starved of good reading material and could he recommend anything that she might not already have read? | Mary Balogh | ||
| fa3e84e | But they are good hands," he said, holding them up in the space between them, palms toward her. Slim hands, slender fingers, gold rings on four of them. Three of those fingertips had felled a man and left him gasping for survival. "They will protect you all the rest of my life and never hurt you. They will hold you and bring you comfort when you need it. They will hold our children. They will caress you and bring you pleasure. Come. Lie dow.. | Mary Balogh | ||
| 75e2d9b | Nem sempre podemos esconder-nos da vida. (...) E melhor nem sequer tentar e encarar simplesmente o que precisa de ser encarado. | Mary Balogh | ||
| ffe6f0e | It is a dreary world out there. It makes one thankful after all to be indoors with a fire burning in the hearth. | Mary Balogh |