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There is something infinitely better than happily-ever-after. There is happiness. Happiness is a living, dynamic thing, Eve, and has to be worked on every moment for the rest of our lives. It is a far more exciting prospect than that silly static idea of a happily-ever-after. Would you not agree? - Aidan Bedwyn

Mary Balogh

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Mary Balogh
Age: 80
Born: 1944
Born: March 24
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Why do I want to run from happiness?
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It was so much more comfortable to be able to divide people into heroes and villains and expect them to play their allotted part.
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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?
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Every moment is a moment of decision, and every moment turns us inexorably in the direction of the rest of our lives.
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And he knew at that moment that love world never die, that it would never fade away altogether. The time might come when he would meet and marry someone else. He might even be reasonably happy. But there would always be a deep precious place in his heart that belonged to his first real love.
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I'm terrified that I will never be able to put him from my mind. I don't love him but I'm afraid that he will make it impossible for me ever to love anyone else.
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Stop being so fruitlessly busy and dream. Use your imagination. Reach out into the unknown and dream of how you can enlarge your experience and improve your mind and your soul and your world.
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Was memory always as much of a burden as it could sometimes be a blessing.
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I do beg you to have some regard for my pride. A million years? I assure you I would stop asking after the first thousand.
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But if one had everything one could ever need or want, what was left to dream of?
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I can be hurt, she said, only by people I respect.
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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.
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But a mother-son relationship is not a coequal one, is it? He is lonely with only you just as you are lonely with only him.
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Have 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?
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I would be consumed by you,' she said, and blinked her eyes furiously when she felt them fill with tears. 'You would sap all the energy and all the joy from me. You would put out all the fire of my vitality.' 'Give me a chance to fan the flames of that fire,' he said, 'and to nurture your joy.
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But parents, she supposed, were not the pinnacle of perfection their children thought or expected them to be. They were humans who usually did the best they could but often made the wrong choices.
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Sometimes now was enough. Sometimes it was everything.
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Love does not last forever, then? He asked me the same thing this morning, she said. No, it does not - not love that has been betrayed. One realizes that one has loved a mirage, someone who never really existed. Not that love dies immediately or soon, even then. But it does die and cannot be revived.
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Even friends need private spaces, if only within the depths of their own souls, where no one else is allowed to intrude.
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Everyone 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.
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