I prefer to believe the opposite - that there is always an indestructible beauty at the heart of darkness.
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 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 Balogh