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“Sometimes, one yearns for something.For the ultimate in happiness. I yearn for it,and don't know where to look for it any longer. And I don't know if I would recognize it if I found it. And the longer I look, the more selfish I grow.For I think only of my own happiness. i think I have lost the ability to make someone else happy. If I ever had it. And I suppose we can never be happy unless we can also give happiness.”

Quote by Mary Balogh

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Mary Balogh
Mary Balogh

Mary Balogh is a renowned British novelist, born on March 24, 1944. Her works are known for their delicate emotional descriptions and romantic storylines, which have won the hearts of readers worldwide. more

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