Top 100 Kate Morton Quotes
#1. There was something about a book that inspired dedication and a swelling desire to possess it.
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#2. And Juniper had understood, somehow, that in Tom she'd found the person who could balance her, and that more than anything, to fall in love was to be caught, to be saved ...
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#3. ...it seemed hope's glimmer always hovered in the distance, no matter how long one journeyed towards it without success.
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#4. You mustn't wait for someone to rescue you, ... A girl expecting rescue never learns to rescue herself. Even with the means, she'll find her courage wanting.
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#5. There was a lid for each pot, she'd told me often and soberly, and she thanked God she'd found her lid in my grandfather.
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#6. Oh, Grey, no one really likes keeping secrets. The only thing that makes a secret fun is knowing that you weren't supposed to tell it.
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#7. Hope's one thing, expectation's quite another.
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#8. The list is long and its keeper bitter.
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#9. A twinge at the edge of her lips and she continued, the soft, slow lilt of recitation: Ancient walls that sing the distant hours.
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#11. Mr. Llewellyn, on the other hand, said there were worse things in life than a temper, that it only proved one had an opinion.
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#12. As an only child, Cassandra found the well-worn paths of sibling interaction fascinating and horrifying in equal parts.
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#13. The woman in whose body I had grown, in whose house I'd been raised was, in some vital ways, a stranger to me. I'd gone thirty years without ascribing her any more dimension than the paper dollies I'd played with as a girl with the pasted on smiles and the folding tab dresses.
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#14. Had any poet adequately described the wretched ugliness of a loved one turned inside out with grief?
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#15. They say everyone needs something to love.
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#16. His words had tossed the book that was her life into the air and the pages had been blown into disarray, could never be put back together to tell the same story.
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#17. I am not a storyteller ... not like the others. I only have one tale to tell.
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#18. The happiest folks are those that are busy, for their minds are starved of time to seek out woe.
-The Crone's Eyes
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#19. She was the breeze on a summer's day, the first drops of rain when the earth was parched, light from the evening star.
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#20. For the time was almost upon him, he could
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#21. 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.
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#22. 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.
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#23. Lil had always believed that a person's duty was to make the best of the hand they were dealt. No use wondering what might have been, she used to say, all that matters is what is.
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#24. Life could be cruel enough these days without the truth making it worse.
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#25. A way of looking at you that told you she was listening, that she understood all you were saying, and all you weren't.
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#26. Romance makes people forget themselves, do silly things
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#27. The house, she'd explained to them many times, had spoken to her; she'd listened, and it turned out they'd understood one another very well indeed. Greenacres was an imperious old lady, a little worn, to be sure, cranky in her own way-but who wouldn't be?
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#29. I can't imagine facing the end of the day without a story to drop into on my way towards sleep.
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#30. You must learn to know the difference between tales and the truth, my Liza, she would say. Fairy tales have a habit of ending too soon. They never show what happens afterwards when the prince and princess ride off the page.
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#31. But in my humble opinion, a house needs a good party once in a while; remind folks it exists.
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#32. People change as they get older ... grow wiser, make better decisions ... i am very old,Laurel. Anyone who lives as long as I have can't help but collect regrets along the way ... things they did in the past ... things they wish they'd done differently.
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#33. 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.
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#34. She's understood the power of stories. Their magical ability to refill the wounded part of people.
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#35. Hope, how she had grown to hate the word. It was an insideious seed planted inside a person's soul, surviving covertly on little tending, then flowering so spectacularly that none could help but cherish it.
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#36. 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.
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#39. Laurel wondered whether perhaps a person reached an age when so much was kept from them, so many details of life discussed and decided elsewhere,misheard or misunderstood, that to be surprised was no longer disconcerting.
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#40. It was not the first time I had been reminded of what happened at Riverton, to Robbie and the Hartford sisters. Once
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#41. To hear years of one's life, one's passion, described so casually, relegated so absolutely to the past, was breathtaking.
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#42. Thinking of nothing. Trying to think of nothing. Thinking of everything.
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#43. I understood somehow that certain images, certain sounds, could not be shared and could not be lost.
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#44. History was about to intervene: real adventure, real escape and adulthood were lurking, laughing, round the corner
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#45. 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.
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#46. It's only with age I have learned solely to listen to things I want to hear.
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#47. Was that what Nell had done, too? Forsaken the life and the family she'd been given, to focus instead on the one she'd been without.
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#48. Strange that in the day of tumult, it should be something so innocuous as a dribble of water that prompts a person to tears.
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#49. Time had a way of moulding people into shapes they themselves no longer recognised ...
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#50. Odd snatches of memory, more like dreams.
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#51. These weren't just any walls, these were the stones of Milderhurst Castle, beneath whose skin the distant hours were whispering, watching.
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#52. Dolly held the letter tightly and, with a final nod of resolution, started towards her new life, no idea what the future might bring, but determined, suddenly, to meet it.
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#53. A true friend is a light in the dark. Viven
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#54. You will know your job is done well when it goes unnoticed, that you have succeeded when you are unnoticed.
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#55. She wasn't sure exactly, but she'd known it absolutely: there was more to life, and it was waiting for her.
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#56. But it is human, is it not, to long for that from which we are barred?
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#57. She'd caught her by the edge of her shadow.
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#58. I had forgotten, I suppose, that there were bright memories in amongst the dark.
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#59. In real life turning points are sneaky. They pass by unlabeled and unheeded. Opportunities are missed, catastrophes unwittingly celebrated. Turning points are only uncovered later, by historians who seek to bring order to a lifetime of tangled moments.
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#60. We do not always have a choice in where and how and whom, and love gives us the courage to withstand that which we never thought we could.
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#61. After all, it's the librarian's sworn purpose to bring books together with their one true reader.
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#62. Even the most pragmatic person fell victim at times to a longing for something other.
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#63. Don't you find, Mr. Luxton, that often the very things one seeks can be found right under one's own nose?
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#64. Her father had once said that the poor might suffer poverty, but the rich had to contend with uselessness, and there was nothing like idleness to eat away at a person's soul.
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#65. There was some part of me that never left that house. Rather, some part of the house that wouldn't leave me.
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#66. I sometimes feel my entire life is a series of accidents and chances- not that I am complaining. One can be very happy having relinquished all expectation of control.
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#67. Oh, but I do enjoy gray skies! They're so much more complex than blue ones.
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#68. Turning points are only uncovered later, by historians who seek to bring order to a lifetime of tangled memories.
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#69. I understand well the peculiar guilt of tragedy's survivors.
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#70. Curiosity might have killed the cat, but little girls usually fared much better.
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#71. Boredom, as her mother had always told them, was a state to be pitied, the province of the witless.
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#72. A person never forgets the landscape of their childhood'.
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#74. As if I hadn't spent a lifetime pretending to forget.
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#75. Like faint flowers in the diaphonous fabrics of the twenties: beautiful, trivial fabrics so flimsy they could not hope to last?
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#76. 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.
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#77. My fingers positively itched to drift at length along their spines, to arrive at one whose lure I could not pass, to pluck it down, to inch it open, then to close my eyes and inhale the soul-sparking scent of old and literate dust.
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#78. I sound contemptuous, but I am not. I am interested
intrigued even
by the way time erases real lives, leaving only vague imprints. Blood and spirit fade away so that only names and dates remain.
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#79. There's something about hospital walls; though only made of bricks and plaster, when you're inside them the noise, the reality of the teeming city beyond, disappears; it's just outside the door, but it might as well be a magical land far, far away.
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#80. Even if she loathes it. To do so would be akin to denying the existence of an awkward child.
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#81. Memory is a cruel mistress with whom we all must learn to dance.
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#82. who does any unauthorized act in relation
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#83. Will history remember us, I wonder? I do hope so - to imagine that one might do something, touch an event somehow, & thereby transcend the bounds of a single human lifetime!
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#84. The simplest falsehoods are the strongest.
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#85. Over the course of weeks, taking great care never to revel her inward state of flux, Percy had evaluated her situation, observing her feelings from all angles before finally reaching the conclusion that she was, quite clearly, several shades of crazy.
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#86. Solid human being, moving in and out of the orbits of others.
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#87. Nighttime is different. Things are otherwise when the world is black. Insecurities and hurts, anxieties and fears grow teeth at night.
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#88. Tetchily. She was fetching Daphne from Heathrow later; at least
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#89. A noise, and the past was chased away, dispersed into the shadows like smoke by the brighter, louder present.
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#90. I've heard it said that children born to stressful times never shake the air of woe ...
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#91. The scattered rosebushes, glorious by day, revealed themselves by night an awkward collection of lonely, bony old ladies.
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#92. Rejection is a cancer, Edie. It eats away at a person.
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#93. the sun seeming to hesitate in the process of setting, as if it couldn't bear to end the day. It was teetering on the horizon, throwing ribbons of pink and mauve across the sky like life ropes, and the air was sweet with jasmine.
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#95. To abandon a child, she had once said to someone, when she thought Cassandra couldn't hear, was an act so cold, so careless, it refused forgiveness.
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#96. How was a boy who'd tasted poverty ever expected to choose the poorer road?
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#97. Tragedy has been described as 'the conflict between desire and possibility.' Following this definition, is The Forgotten Garden a tragedy? If so, in what way/s?
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#98. No two people will ever see or feel things in the same way, Merry. The challenge is to be truthful when you write. Don't approximate. Don't settle for the easiest combination of words. Go searching instead for those that explain exactly what you think. What you feel.
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#99. Alice experienced one of her swift certainties then. She wasn't sure where they came from, these insights into other people's states of mind, only that they arrived unexpectedly and fully formed. She just knew things sometimes. To
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#100. As I already said, they didn't look like much
but beauty's in the eye of the beholder, isn't it?
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