Top 200 Mary Balogh Quotes (2025 Update)
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101. “Pain is not insignificant. Neither is bewilderment or fear. Or conditions like poverty or homelessness. But somewhere – somewhere – there is peace. It is not even far off. It is somewhere deep inside us, in fact, ever present, just waiting for us to look inward to find it.” She.”

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102. “It is impossible,” he said, “to put a label upon remembered feelings. They are colored too much by all our subsequent experiences.”

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103. “I believe,” he said gently, “we all have a perfect right to make ourselves unhappy if that is what we freely choose. But I am not sure we have the right to allow our own unhappiness to cause someone else’s. The trouble with life sometimes is that we are all in it together.”

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104. “The silence extended between them. A silence that was gradually filled with unspoken words, almost as if their minds connected though they did not speak.”

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105. “If she allowed herself to wallow in self-pity, she would be in danger of becoming one of those habitual moaners and complainers everyone avoided.”

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106. “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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107. “It is part of you, and you are a man worth knowing.”

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108. “Ah, but we are women as well as teachers... We have needs that nature has given us fr the very preservation of our species.”

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109. “I Know what you meant when you told me she was full of love and brimming over with it. And so innocent that one fears for her. Perhaps we ought not to fear for such people but for ourselves whose experience has taught us not to trust one another or life itself.”

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110. “She was not sorry. And if it was the wine telling her that, then she would tell the wine the same thing tomorrow. She was not sorry.”

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111. “I like your voice. That sounds ridiculously lame, I know. But when you cannot see, Miss Fry, sound and the other senses become far more acute. Normally one likes the look of someone to whom one feels attracted. I like the sound of your voice.”

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112. “And then, when I was at my lowest ebb, you came. And you somehow coaxed me into talking to you as though you were a trusted confidant. And then you flirted with me. For a few moments you bore me off with you to the sunshine above the clouds in a hot air balloon, wrapped together in warm furs and bound for a place far, far away. And then you kissed me.”

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113. “We can never benefit today from the wisdom we will have gained tomorrow.”

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114. “It was strange how the heart clung to hope even when there was no reasonable basis for it, Morgan found. And how life went on.”

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115. “But he was well aware that the future could never be relied upon to be an improvement upon the present. The future did not exist. Only the present did.”

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116. “It is hard, is it not,” he said, “to have one’s life develop quite differently from what one expected and to feel not fully in command of it?”

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117. “It is the human condition. No one escapes, even those who may appear to others to live charmed lives. But we all have the choice of whether to be defined by the negatives in our lives or to make of our present and future and our very selves what we want them to be.”

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118. “Miss Fry had been borne off, as planned, Hugo reported, to be outfitted from head to toe for her wedding and her new life. His wife had gone with her, and so had the Countess of Kilbourne, her sister-in-law. Vincent hoped Sophia would not feel overwhelmed. “They will look after her, lad,” Hugo assured him as though he had read Vincent’s thoughts. “Woman power or something hideous like that. It is better to stay far away from it and let them do what they must do.”

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119. “The wind was cold and cut into her even though it was at her back, but she loved the wild sound and the salt smell of it and the deepened sense of solitude it brought.”

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120. “There is no kindness in money.”

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121. “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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122. “What do you not have, Lord Hardford?” she asked. “For no one has everything, you know, or even nearly everything.”

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123. “Some things,” she said, “are best not known for sure, Lord Trentham.”

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124. “Miss Abigail Westcott, he had concluded during the past week, when he had watched her far more than he had wanted to and far more than was good for him, did most of her living inside herself. Like an iceberg, she showed the merest tip of her totality to the world, even her family. Perhaps especially to them. He wondered if they realized it.”

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125. “Besides, how could one apologize for kissing a woman twice? Once might be explained away as an impulsive accident. Twice suggested definite intent or a serious lack of control. His.”

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126. “Was memory always as much of a burden as it could sometimes be a blessing.”

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127. “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.”

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128. “No time is really wasted unless one never learns the lessons that it offers.”

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129. “Insults are only really effective,” she said, “when the person insulted cares for the good opinion of the insulter.”

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130. “Forever is not granted to any of us,” the duchess said. “Even tomorrow is not granted as by right. Any of us can go at any moment.”

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131. “Even as the awareness was speaking itself to her mind it was gone, beyond her grasp, beyond recall. A little flash of heaven, which was a something or a state of being beyond either place or time or the ability to be expressed in words and was therefore to be sensed fleetingly but never to be grasped.”

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132. “He thought the library door would never open again, but that he would be left to live out the rest of his life rooted to the spot on the library carpet, afraid to move a muscle lest the house fall upon his shoulders. He deliberately shrugged them and shuffled his feel just to prove to himself that it could be done.”

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133. “He had been raised, after all, to stand alone and always to do what he believed to be right.”

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134. “He loved me,” she said, her voice leaden. “It is so easy to take love for granted when one has always had it. I knew he loved me as I loved him, but I did not realize perhaps how much until all love was removed.”

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135. “Love, I have discovered, does not judge. It just is.”

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136. “Sometimes one does wonder if one lives quietly from choice or if in reality one is merely waiting for something that may never come.”

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137. “Some instinct told her that this was usually done in darkness and with eyes tightly shut, that usually all the pleasure was hugged tightly to oneself, the pleasure-giver shut out. Even in her inexperience she sensed that lovers did not always love with eyes open and focused on each other’s whenever it was feasible to do so.”

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138. “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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139. “Constance had joined him at the breakfast.”

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140. “I am too tired to see you work longer today.”

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141. “They were stranded on the opposite sides of death, at least for now, and that was all there was to it.”

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142. “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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143. “There was at least as much to learn as there was to be taught.”

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

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145. “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 them to do just that.”

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146. “There is a l-life lesson here for all of us, is there, M-Mrs. Keeping?” he asked her. “We should all and always look upward, and all our t-troubles will be at an end?” She smiled. “If only life were that simple.” “But for daffodils it is,” he said. “We are not daffodils.”

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147. “But all through life, it seems, we have to learn and relearn the lesson of loving people unconditionally, no matter what.”

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148. “She could not expect any man to love her that deeply if she did not also understand that he simply was, and that his wasness or isness made him forever the love of her heart. The love of her life.”

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149. “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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150. “The trouble with life sometimes is that we are all in it together.”

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