01c. 1944 ADMy mind cannot grasp forever," she told him. "There must surely be an end somewhere. But the big question is-what it beyond the end?Mary Balogh / quote ↗
02c. 1944 ADPerhaps she was just looking for love in the wrong places. In all the safe places. What if love was not safe at all?Mary Balogh / quote ↗
03c. 1944 ADBlack is the absence of all color. White is the presence of all colors. I suppose life must be one or the other. On the whole, though, I think I would prefer color to its absence. But then black does add depth and texture to color. Perhaps certain shades of gray are necessary to a complete palette. Even unrelieved black. Ah, a deep philosophical question. Is black necessary to life, even a happy life? Could we ever be happy if we did not at least occasionally experience misery?Mary Balogh / quote ↗
04c. 1944 ADIt was so much more comfortable to be able to divide people into heroes and villains and expect them to play their allotted part.Mary Balogh / quote ↗
05c. 1944 ADDid 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 placesMary Balogh / quote ↗
06c. 1944 ADSometimes 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.Mary Balogh / quote ↗
