The suffering of a loved one was in many ways worse than one's one suffering because it left one feeling so very helpless.
Mary BaloghI have read somewhere that we often spend a lifetime searching for what we already have.
Mary BaloghHave you noticed," she asked him, "how we live much of our lives in the past and most of the rest of it in the future? Have you noticed how often the present moment slips by quiet unnoticed?
Mary BaloghI am not sure what lonliness is," she said. "If it is not literally being solitary, is it the fear of solitude, of being alone with oneself? I feel no such fear. I like being alone." "What do you fear then?" he asked her. She glanced briefly at him and smiled, a fragile expression that spoke for itself even before she found words. "Never finding myself again.
Mary Balogh