Kate Morton Quotes
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Time had a way of moulding people into shapes they themselves no longer recognised.
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Reluctance to begin is quick to befriend procrastination. . . .
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She felt like a fictional character who'd escaped the book in which her creator had carefully and kindly trapped her, taken a pair of scissors to her outline and leaped, free.
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What could be more perfect than marrying the person you love.
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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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You make a life out of what you have, not what you're missing.
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Better to lose oneself in action than to wither in despair.
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She doesn't know I cry for the changing times. That just as I reread favourite books, some small part of me hoping for a different ending, I find myself hoping against hope that the war will never come. That this time, somehow, it will leave us be.
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We're all unique, just never in the ways we imagine.
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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.
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It's special, grandparents and grandchldren. So much simpler. Is it always so, I wonder? I think perhaps it is. While one's child takes a part of one's heart to use and misuse as they please, a grandchild is different. Gone are the bonds of guilt and responsibility that burden the maternal relationship. The way to love is free.
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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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They say everyone needs something to love.
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... for home is a magnet that lures back even its most abstracted children.
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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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Life could be cruel enough these days without the truth making it worse.
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It is a cruel, ironical art, photography. The dragging of captured moments into the future; moments that should have been allowed to be evaporate into the past; should exist only in memories, glimpsed through the fog of events that came after. Photographs force us to see people before their future weighed them down.
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Memory is a cruel mistress with whom we all must learn to dance.
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Thinking of nothing. Trying to think of nothing. Thinking of everything.
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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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She did as she felt, and she felt a great deal.
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A true friend is a light in the dark.
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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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A way of looking at you that told you she was listening, that she understood all you were saying, and all you weren't.