Every moment is a moment of decision, and every moment turns us inexorably in the direction of the rest of our lives.
Mary BaloghEveryone was a rose but even more complex than a mere flower. Everyone was made up of infinitely layered petals. And everyone had something indescribably precious at the heart of their being. No one was shallow. Not really.
Mary BaloghAlways guarding one's real, precious self in a cocoon of tranquility within a thousand masks. Life itself had become a secret affair.
Mary Balogh