“By the time that adorable steak and I had become one flesh I could have taken on the whole Valmy clan singlehanded.” — Mary Stewart Copy Share Image
“Every time your work is read, you die several deaths for every word, and poetry is like being flayed alive.” — Mary Stewart Copy Share Image
Sometimes, I think, our impulses come not from the past, but from the future. — Mary Stewart Copy Share Image
the difficult art I was attempting had, indeed a powerful fascination, before which the past faded, the future receded, and the whole… — Mary Stewart Copy Share Image
“Life had stopped. Life would have to go on. Life went on, and in time the unbelievable began to happen; pleasure and… — Mary Stewart Copy Share Image
“You get no writing done at all if you sit at a table with a view. You'd spent the whole time watching… — Mary Stewart Copy Share Image
“It was over, the awkward moment, the dreaded moment, sliding past in a ripple of commonplaces, the easy mechanical politenesses that are… — Mary Stewart Copy Share Image
“I'd live with loneliness a long time. That was something which was always there... one learns to keep it at bay, there… — Mary Stewart Copy Share Image
Have you ever thought, when something dreadful happens, 'a moment ago things were not like this; let it be then, not now,… — Mary Stewart Copy Share Image
I knew that I had turned my world back to cinders, sunk my lovely ship with my own stupid, wicked hands. — Mary Stewart Copy Share
“Sometimes, when you're deep in the countryside, you meet three girls, walking along the hill tracks in the dusk, spinning. They each have a… — Mary Stewart Copy Share
The essence of wisdom is to know when to be doing, and when it's useless even to try — Mary Stewart Copy Share
“some man of power must have existed, with gifts that seemed miraculous to his own times.” — Mary Stewart Copy Share
It does not do to neglect the gods of a place, whoever they may be. In the end, they are all one. — Mary Stewart Copy Share
“this might be a beauty to send men mad. Her body was slight with a child’s slenderness, but her breasts were full and pointed… — Mary Stewart Copy Share
“Literature and fiction are full of femmes fatales, but there is also an homme fatal, an altogether rarer bird, and pity help the lonely… — Mary Stewart Copy Share
“The village is perched on a precipitous hillside, and the houses are built in tiers, one up behind the other, the floor of one… — Mary Stewart Copy Share
“It is for you to choose. Choice is man's right, and for that I leave you free.” — Mary Stewart Copy Share
“I had been so used to God's voice in the fire and stars that I had forgotten to listen for it in the counsels… — Mary Stewart Copy Share
“It was over, the awkward moment, the dreaded moment, sliding past in a ripple of commonplaces, the easy mechanical politenesses that are so much… — Mary Stewart Copy Share
The gods only go with you if you put yourself in their path. And that takes courage. — Mary Stewart Copy Share
“Every time your work is read, you die several deaths for every word, and poetry is like being flayed alive.” — Mary Stewart Copy Share
Where two Greeks are gathered together, there will be at least three political parties represented, and possibly more. — Mary Stewart Copy Share
