The Constant Heart Quotes

“When they tell me things I wish to hear, I invariably believe them.”
― Mary Balogh, The Constant Heart

“Are you afraid of a healthy argument? Or is it that you are so convinced that you are right that my opinion is of no interest to you?”
― Mary Balogh, The Constant Heart

“I always seem to be so cozy with my own company that I rarely think of going out.”
― Mary Balogh, The Constant Heart

“Will you have regrets later, love? I do not think I could bear that.”
― Mary Balogh, The Constant Heart

“Is it really possible that you can love me enough to forgive me?”
― Mary Balogh, The Constant Heart

“Christopher, I love you," she whispered into his ear. "You will not leave me, will you? Please say you will not leave me. We can still have a life together. We are not so very old. I can still have a child or two."

He laughed and lifted his head to look down into her earnest face. "Becky," he said, "are you offering for me, love? Are you going to visit Papa and ask for my hand?"

She laughed uncertainly back at him. "If that is the only way to have you," she said, "then I shall do so. I shall even go down on my knees and ask formally, if you wish.”
― Mary Balogh, The Constant Heart

“I wanted to be able to give her all of myself. I tried.”
― Mary Balogh, The Constant Heart

“I had to forget you, force you from my thoughts and my heart. I could not have stayed sane else.”
― Mary Balogh, The Constant Heart

“You see now why I cannot marry you? I would never be able to rid myself of the shame of my past. And you would not be able to forget, either.”
― Mary Balogh, The Constant Heart

“And I wanted so much to be able to set the world at your feet."

"I never wanted anything but you," she almost whispered.”
― Mary Balogh, The Constant Heart

“There was no conscious thought in her mind, no idea of what she would do if she could reach him in time.”
― Mary Balogh, The Constant Heart

“She was engulfed by mingled panic and indecision, and by a terrible depression. She would never see him again. He would come riding out of the stable in a moment and disappear down the driveway, and she would never see him again. Ever.”
― Mary Balogh, The Constant Heart

“I really could have thrown something at him, Rebecca, and I would too, but the only thing to hand was that Wedgwood vase that Maude sets such store by. And I really did not think he was worth a Wedgwood vase and Maude's tears.”
― Mary Balogh, The Constant Heart

“Some kind angel must have granted me these few encounters with you in the past weeks," he said. "I will live on the memories.”
― Mary Balogh, The Constant Heart

“I knew it when I made the hardest decision of my life. I knew not only that I would lose you forever, but also that I would be hated and despised forever by the one person I love more than life itself. I made the choice. I have to live with the consequences.”
― Mary Balogh, The Constant Heart

“I should not say this," he said. "I have no right. No right at all. But I have to say it just once as a self-indulgence. I love you, Becky Shaw. I have loved you for seven years and probably even before that, and I shall go to my grave loving you. It will not be very gratifying to you to know that you are loved by someone like me, but maybe sometimes when you are depressed as you have been this evening and perhaps feel very much alone, you may gain some fleeting comfort from knowing that there is one man to whom you are the whole world.”
― Mary Balogh, The Constant Heart

“For the rest of her life she would miss him and love him. But for this moment she was here in his arms and nothing else mattered. If he were a murderer and a traitor, it would not matter at the moment. Now was all that was important.”
― Mary Balogh, The Constant Heart

“But she did not want to break away. This moment was the whole of life. Tomorrow he would be gone.”
― Mary Balogh, The Constant Heart

“The scoundrel has not let you down, has he? My God, I will not allow anyone else to do that to you. I'll kill him!”
― Mary Balogh, The Constant Heart

“It was the safe thing to do, but that did not make it right.”
― Mary Balogh, The Constant Heart

“This was surely the worst summer of her life. She was very thankful that it was almost at an end.”
― Mary Balogh, The Constant Heart

“My life came to an end the day I left you. I have lived in hell since then.

Were those the feelings of a man who did not know what deep emotion was?”
― Mary Balogh, The Constant Heart

“Whom was one to believe? Life had become so complicated in the last few weeks that there seemed to be no certainties any longer. And she did not feel that her mind could cope with what was happening.”
― Mary Balogh, The Constant Heart

“Oh Christopher, she thought, burying her face in her hands again, why? Why did you have to turn out this way? Or why did you not show yourself in your true colors before I was foolish enough to love you?”
― Mary Balogh, The Constant Heart

“She closed her eyes and put her hands over her face. Dear God, he had suffered too.”
― Mary Balogh, The Constant Heart

“She was finding it increasingly painful to hate him.”
― Mary Balogh, The Constant Heart

“The memories themselves had been bad enough. It was almost unbearably painful to remember how close they had come to giving themselves to each other, how deep and lasting their love had seemed to be. It was impossible to understand how he could have changed so utterly and in such a short time. She shuddered at the memory of his coldness and callousness . . .”
― Mary Balogh, The Constant Heart

“I want you to know—and I swear by all that I once held honorable that I tell the truth—that I loved you when we came here together . . . I loved you, Becky, with the whole of my being.”
― Mary Balogh, The Constant Heart

“My life came to an end the day I left you," he whispered fiercely. "I have lived in hell since then. I do not need to die, Becky. Nothing could be worse than what I have lived. If you wished to see me punished, know that your wish has been granted a thousandfold.”
― Mary Balogh, The Constant Heart

“The memory of his treachery would harden her against her own heart.”
― Mary Balogh, The Constant Heart