Top 200 Mary Balogh Quotes (2025 Update)
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151. “When you read this, I shall be gone. I shall not tell you where I am going, because I do not intend ever to return.”

— Mary Balogh

152. “It is a common failing of men. They see someone they consider beautiful and desirable and eligible, and they imagine that they love her. In fact, though, they love themselves reflected in her eyes.”

— Mary Balogh

153. “Ladies did not allow fear to master them. Ladies did not abjure society merely because they were embarrassed and unhappy, merely because they felt unattractive and unwanted. Ladies did not give in to self-pity.”

— Mary Balogh

154. “She had held her life to an even keel by killing all deep feeling, by living upon the surface of life.”

— Mary Balogh

155. “It was in idleness that one came face-to-face with the I AM. With simple, elemental Being.”

— Mary Balogh

156. “Why do I want to run from happiness?”

— Mary Balogh

157. “Sometimes sexuality was more compelling when it was not overt.”

— Mary Balogh

158. “Why is it we are not constantly awed by the size and majesty of the universe?” “Habit,” he said. “We are accustomed to it. I suppose if we had been blind from birth – in both eyes – and could suddenly see, we would be so overwhelmed by a night like this that we would either gaze upward at it until dawn or else cling to the earth, afraid that we were about to fall off. Or perhaps we would simply assume that we were at the center of it all and the lords of all we beheld.” The.”

— Mary Balogh

159. “One of the most horrible realities about the death of someone closely related, she remembered, was the necessity of going on almost immediately with the trivialities of living. As though nothing of any real significance had changed.”

— Mary Balogh

160. “We often do not say what is in our hearts,” he said, “to those who are closest and most dear to us.”

— Mary Balogh

161. “Miss Manford’s hands flapped ineffectually while she chanted, ‘Bless my soul!’ to a God who would have been deafened had he been foolish enough to listen.”

— Mary Balogh

162. “Sometimes her capacity for self-deception disturbed her.”

— Mary Balogh

163. “Elizabeth closed her eyes and wished herself back to that previous occasion when Robert had first kissed her and told her that he loved her. If only they could go back, wipe out the intervening years. If only she could change the way he was, make him become permanently what he had seemed to be then.”

— Mary Balogh

164. “Ben walked into the house and up the stairs with his two canes, but he propelled himself about much of the time after that in a wheeled chair, having decided that it was not an admission of defeat but rather a moving forward into a new, differently active phase of his life.”

— Mary Balogh

165. “I want you, my dear. I do believe I have fallen in love with you. What a nasty ailment that may prove to be! I have not suffered from it before. Is it deadly, do you suppose? Is it a terminal illness?”

— Mary Balogh

166. “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.”

— Mary Balogh

167. “It was beginning to feel like an almost familiar place to be. But perhaps hitting this new low had something to be said for it, she thought now, this morning, after she had awoken and realized in some surprise that she had slept for several hours. At least now there was no further down to go. And.”

— Mary Balogh

168. “Why was it that silence sometimes felt like a physical thing with a weight of its own?”

— Mary Balogh

169. “He watched her go, wondering if life ever offered happiness in more than very small, very brief doses. T.”

— Mary Balogh

170. “I am in awe,” he said. “Where do all these ideas come from?” “I think from a lifetime of only being able to observe and never being able to do,” she said. “I have twenty years of inaction to make up for.”

— Mary Balogh

171. “I am still not used to being the possessor of such a grand title. I believe I shall have to start wearing a purple satin turban and carrying a lorgnette.”

— Mary Balogh

172. “The best way to cope with pain was to pass it on to someone else.”

— Mary Balogh

173. “Would she be able to bear never seeing him again? Never in this life?”

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174. “A funny thing, love. It was not always, or even mostly, a sexual thing.”

— Mary Balogh

175. “You have love all wrong, Gwendoline. It is not all give, give, give. It is taking as well. It is allowing the other one the pleasure and joy of giving. Let me love you.”

— Mary Balogh

176. “The trouble with running away is that you must always take yourself with you.”

— Mary Balogh

177. “Home had always been a place to dream of.”

— Mary Balogh

178. “Fear must be challenged, I have found. It is a powerful beat if it is allowed the mastery.”

— Mary Balogh

179. “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

180. “If there were no illusions, there would bo no disillusionment. But then one would have no fond memories either, with which fortify oneself against the pain of the reality.”

— Mary Balogh

181. “Butterflies were all very pretty in a meadow. They were altogether less comfortable in her stomach.”

— Mary Balogh

182. “Your father is your f-father regardless, Agnes. Birth and b-breeding do not always depend upon small matters like who provided the seed.”

— Mary Balogh

183. “We diminish ourselves too,” she said at last, “when feeling sorry for someone who has done a dreadful wrong leads us to excuse him and simply hope he will mend his ways. Feeling sorry for someone but acknowledging that justice ought nevertheless to be done is more appropriate to moral beings.”

— Mary Balogh

184. “Was something worth having, though, if it didn’t present a challenge?”

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185. “Sit down, please. It makes me tired to see you stand there.”

— Mary Balogh

186. “I always seem to be so cozy with my own company that I rarely think of going out.”

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187. “When they tell me things I wish to hear, I invariably believe them.”

— Mary Balogh

188. “What a dull and unadventurous life this is sometimes.”

— Mary Balogh

189. “And a strong man”, she said. “Strong enough to be vulnerable, to take risks, to be honest even when honesty might expose him to ridicule or rejection. And someone who would put himself at the center of my world even before knowing that I would be willing to do the same for him. A man foolish and brave enough to tell me that he loves me even when I have hidden all signs that I love him in return.”

— Mary Balogh

190. “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

191. “Are you afraid of a healthy argument? Or is it that you are so convinced that you are right that my opinion is of no interest to you?”

— Mary Balogh

192. “One could not change the past anyway. Why let it blight the present and the future?”

— Mary Balogh

193. “But she felt an unexpected stab of loneliness. Teddy was not there. If she were to reach out to where he had always lain beside her, he would not be there. He would never be there again. Not ever or ever or ever.”

— Mary Balogh

194. “Life is made up of opposing pairs – life and death, love and hatred, happiness and misery, light and darkness, and on and on into infinity. Finding balance and contentment is like trying to walk a tightrope between all those opposites without falling off on one side or the other and believing that life must be all light or all darkness, when neither one is truth in itself. Imogene.”

— Mary Balogh

195. “She felt relaxed, happy, and sadder than she had ever felt in her life before.”

— Mary Balogh

196. “Love wasn’t about reasons. It wasn’t about admiring fine qualities. Love was a language all on its own, composed of gestures that seemed incomprehensible, perhaps even pointless, to the outside observer. Speaking.”

— Mary Balogh

197. “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

198. “You offer emptiness and heartache and an endless search for pleasure with which to fill the emptiness.”

— Mary Balogh

199. “Sometimes even the imagination lets one down.”

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200. “She did not want it. She did not want all this again. How she wished he had not come.”

— Mary Balogh