Kate Morton Quotes
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Kate Morton Famous Quotes & Sayings
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But though it had prevailed against such fierce adversaries as fire and flood, it had fallen victim softly and swiftly to television in the 1960's.
I'm good with words, but not the spoken kind; I've often thought what a marvelous thing it would be if I could only conduct relationships on paper.
life wasn't a fairy tale and there were instances when one couldn't have everything one wanted, not at the same time. As
In retrospect, it seems like everything in my life led to me becoming a writer. I just didn't realise it at the time.
She found a seat in the corner and sat down, opening the cover and breathing in the glorious dusty scent of papery possibility.
All true readers have a book, a moment when real life is never going to be able to compete with fiction again.
Wondering how it was that one person's absence could rob the day so wholly of its shape and meaning.
But there is a difference between enjoying someone's company, thinking them attractive, and finding oneself helplessly in love.
She wasn't sure exactly, but she'd known it absolutely: there was more to life, and it was waiting for her.
Don't wait too long to realize what's important. Your family might drive you mad sometimes, but they're worth more to you than you could ever imagine.
Vivien also knew that the affair was one-sided and that her feelings were not something she would ever share with him.
It's the past. Thoughts and dreams, hopes and hurts, all brewed together, fermenting slowly in the fusty air, unable ever to dissipate completely.
But it was not so complicated really. Such things rarely are. It was a simple case of stars aligning; those that didn't being nudged into place.
The happiest folks are those that are busy, for their minds are starved of time to seek out woe.
-The Crone's Eyes
-The Crone's Eyes
The world was an awfully large place and it wasn't easy to find a person who'd gone missing sixty years earlier, even if that person was oneself.
Life was like that, doors of possibility constantly opening and closing as one blindly made one's way through.
She had found there were very few genuinely dull people; the trick was to ask them the right questions.
It matters not, for she did not need her eyes to tell her who she was. She knew it by your love for her.
As an only child, Cassandra found the well-worn paths of sibling interaction fascinating and horrifying in equal parts.
We are all victims of our human experience," Alice continued, "apt to view the present through the lens of our own past.
She had a way of speaking that eschewed intonation. It was a leveler, making the ordinary seem extraordinary and vice versa.
The stretch of years leaves none unmarked: the blissful sense of youthful invincibility peels away and responsibility brings its weight to bear.
She's one of the few people able to look beyond the lines on my face to see the twenty-year-old who lives inside.
I understood somehow that certain images, certain sounds, could not be shared and could not be lost.
They were young; time hadn't yet rubbed at them, polishing their differences and sharpening their opinions ...
It was safe to say that neither had ever known the other sort of love, the sort with fireworks and racing hearts and physical desires.
There was a pessimism in his soul, a darkness in his outlook, that always left her somehow more aware of hard edges than she had been before.
It was not the first time I had been reminded of what happened at Riverton, to Robbie and the Hartford sisters. Once
This was the power of the story weaver, Nell realized. An ability to conjure color so that all else seemed to fade.
There was some part of me that never left that house. Rather, some part of the house that wouldn't leave me.
Make sure you write it all down, now. Everything you see and think and feel. Your voice is your own, it matters.
...home is a magnet that lures back even its most abstracted children. But whether tomorrow or years from now, I cannot guess.
That was the nature of history, of course: notional, partial, unknowable, a record made by the victors.
When I was small, I always hid to read. I couldn't shake the feeling that because reading was so pleasurable, it must somehow be illicit.
Sometimes 'feelings' aren't as airy-fairy as they seem. Sometimes they're just the product of observations we haven't realized we've been making.
no matter how hard a person ran, no matter how fresh the start they gave themselves, the past had a way of reaching across the years to catch them.
He would love her with a passion that both frightened and revived him, a desperation that made a mockery of his neat dreams for the future.
There's a market for mysteries for adults. That feeling of opening a book and delving inside and not coming out until you've closed the book.
Strange that in the day of tumult, it should be something so innocuous as a dribble of water that prompts a person to tears.
The Latter, I can tell, is added for my benefit. An assumption that the elderly cannot help but be impressed by the old fashioned.
ALL HOUSES have hearts; hearts that have loved, hearts that have billowed with contentment, hearts that have been broken.
The ease I had come to expect with him had evaporated, replaced by awkwardness, a confusing tendency towards wrong turns and misunderstandings