Mary Balogh
Mary Balogh
Mary Baloghis a Welsh-Canadian historical romance novelist...
NationalityWelsh
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth24 March 1944
breathing shade language
And of course the word love has many shades of meaning, as do many, many of the words in our living, breathing language
devil reason-why reason
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?
sometimes enough
Sometimes now was enough. Sometimes it was everything.
firsts first-time life-living
Suddenly, and for the first time, he was at the center of his own life, living it and loving it.
life real self
Always guarding one's real, precious self in a cocoon of tranquility within a thousand masks. Life itself had become a secret affair.
beautiful people shells
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?
flower heart rose
Everyone was a rose but even more complex than a mere flower. Everyone was made up of infinitely layered petals. And everyone had something indescribably precious at the heart of their being. No one was shallow. Not really.
space soul depth
Even friends need private spaces, if only within the depths of their own souls, where no one else is allowed to intrude.
beautiful lying real
The real meaning of things lies deep down and the real meaning of things is always beautiful because it is simply love.
effort tears cry
Tears never were worth the effort of crying them.
dream want needs
But if one had everything one could ever need or want, what was left to dream of?
wish doe compromise
I wish," he said, "I had known at eighteen what I know now - that there are some things on which one does not compromise.
imagination sometimes
Sometimes even the imagination lets one down.
judging doe
Love, I have discovered, does not judge. It just is.