Life, she realized, so often became a determined, relentless avoidance of pain-of one's own, of other people's. But sometimes pain had to be acknowledged and even touched so that one could move into it and through it and past it. Or else be destroyed by it.
Mary BaloghSuddenly, and for the first time, he was at the center of his own life, living it and loving it.
Mary BaloghI do beg you to have some regard for my pride. A million years? I assure you I would stop asking after the first thousand.
Mary Balogh