Why did people assume that the beautiful among them needed nothing but their beauty to bring them happiness? That behind the beauty there was nothing but an empty shell, insensitive shell?
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.
Tag: shallow flower rose petal layer
Suddenly, and for the first time, he was at the center of his own life, living it and loving it.
Mary BaloghAll is artifice in my world, Constantine. Even me. Especially me. He taught me to be a duchess, to be an impregnable fortress, to be the guardian of my own heart, But he admitted that he could not teach me how or when to allow the fortress to be breached or my heart to be unlocked. It would simply happen, he said. he promised it would, in fact. But how is love to find me, even assuming it is looking?
Mary BaloghHe had always felt that he lived on the edges of life, Constantine realized, watching everyone else living, sometimes helping them do it.
Mary BaloghLove does not deck the beloved in chains. It just is.
Mary BaloghTag: love
Ah, but dreams cannot be captured with promises," he said. "Like water, they elude our grasp. But water is the staff of life. I believe your dream will come true if only because you will not compromise on it and let it go too lightly.
Mary BaloghTag: dreams
It was strange how the heart clung to hope even when there was no reasonable basis for it, Morgan found. And how life went on.
Mary BaloghTag: life hope-go-on
It was the challenge of life too, was it not? People could never be fully understood. They were ever changing, different people at different times and under different circumstances and influences. And always growing, always creating themselves anew.
How impossible it was to know another human being.
How impossible to know even oneself.
The longing for something beyond yourself, beyond anything you have ever known or dreamed of?
Mary BaloghTag: dreams
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