"She was not sorry. And if it was the wine telling her that, then she would tell the wine the same thing tomorrow. She was not sorry."
— Mary Balogh (Slightly Wicked)

"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."
— Mary Balogh (More Than a Mistress)

"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."
— Mary Balogh

"It was now twenty minutes past four in the morning, allowing for the fact that the clock in the library of his town house was four minutes slow, as it had been for as far back as he could remember.
He eyed it with a frown of concentration. Now that he came to think about it, he must have it set right one of these days.Why should a clock be forced to go throught its entire existence four minutes behind the rest of the world? It was not logical.The trouble was though, that if the clock were suddenly right, he would be forever confused and arriving four minutes early -- or did he mena late? -- for meals and various other appointments. That would agitate his servants and cause consternation in the kitchen.
It was probably better to leave the clock as it was."
— Mary Balogh (Then Comes Seduction)

""Did she ever feel nostalgia for any of her girlhood dreams? But life was made up of a succession of dreams, some few to be realized, most to be set aside as time went on, one or two to persist for a lifetime. It was knowing when to abandon a dream, perhaps, that mattered and distinguished the successful people in life from the sad, embittered persons who never moved on from the first of life's great disappointments. Or from the airy dreamers who never really lived life at all. ""
— Mary Balogh (Simply Perfect)

"Unfortunately, Sir Gerald, people rarely get what they deserve in this life. Perhaps that is why we have had to invent a heaven. - Miss Blythe, A Precious Jewel"
— Mary Balogh

""I have died and gone to heaven," he muttered, closing his eyes again. "And heaven is a brothel. Or is it really a cruel hell since, sadly, I seem to find myself incapable of taking advantage of my good fortune?""
— Mary Balogh (Slightly Sinful)