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Category: Mary Balogh

It is stronge how smells can bring back vivid memories.

memories, smells

We are made up of everything we have ever been, Percy. It is the joy and the pain of our individuality. There are no two of us the same.

experience, individuality

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.

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.

choice, fate, patterns

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

loved, suffering

There is nothing worse, is there,” she said, “than a past that has never been fully dealt with. One can convince oneself, that it is all safely in the past and forgotten about, but the very fact that we can tell ourselves that it is forgotten proves that it is not.

But there were certain moments in life that forever defined one as a person – in one’s own estimation, anyway. And one’s own self esteem, when all was said and done, was of far more importance than the fickle esteem of one’s peers.

life, peers, self-esteem

The real meaning of things lies deep down and the real meaning of things is always beautiful because it is simply love.

love, meaning, simply

The worst thing about loneliness is that it brings one face to face with oneself.

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.

security, thread

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 places

It was so much more comfortable to be able to divide people into heroes and villains and expect them to play their allotted part.