“tiempo tiene su peculiar manera de moldear a la gente de forma que ellos mismos ya no se reconocen,” — Kate Morton Amor Copy Share Image
“. . . happiness grows at our own firesides, . . . . It is not to be picked in strangers' gardens.” — Kate Morton Flower Copy Share Image
“It matters not, for she did not need her eyes to tell her who she was. She knew it by your love… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
...She's understood the power of stories. Their magical ability to refill the wounded part of people. — Kate Morton Ability Copy Share Image
“A brisk wind wove through the bushes, twirling the leaves so that their pale undersides fluttered towards the sun. Like children thrust… — Kate Morton Children Copy Share Image
There's a market for mysteries for adults. That feeling of opening a book and delving inside and not coming out until you've… — Kate Morton Adults Copy Share Image
The stretch of years leaves none unmarked: the blissful sense of youthful invincibility peels away and responsibility brings its weight to bear. — Kate Morton Bears Copy Share Image
For it is said, you know, that a letter will always seek a reader; that sooner or later, like it or not,… — Kate Morton Books Copy Share Image
“ALL HOUSES have hearts; hearts that have loved, hearts that have billowed with contentment, hearts that have been broken.” — Kate Morton Happiness Copy Share Image
“History was about to intervene: real adventure, real escape and adulthood were lurking, laughing, round the corner” — Kate Morton Adventure Copy Share Image
“They were young; time hadn't yet rubbed at them, polishing their differences and sharpening their opinions...” — Kate Morton Children Copy Share Image
“Nighttime is different. Things are otherwise when the world is black. Insecurities and hurts, anxieties and fears grow teeth at night.” — Kate Morton Anxiety Copy Share Image
“She was a bookish person who'd never been exposed to books: she was gifted with astute powers of observation, but her thoughts… — Kate Morton Books Copy Share Image
Cassandra always hid when she read, though she never quite knew why. It was as if she couldn't shake the guilty suspicion… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“She'd opened the front cover and fallen inside the wonderful, frightening, magical illustrations. She'd wondered what it must feel like to escape… — Kate Morton Language Copy Share Image
“The house remembered her. Laurel did not consider herself a romantic, but the sense was so strong that for a moment she… — Kate Morton Nostalgia Copy Share Image
“Over the course of weeks, taking great care never to revel her inward state of flux, Percy had evaluated her situation, observing… — Kate Morton Heart Copy Share Image
True love, it's like an illness. I never understood it before. In books and plays. Poems. I never understood what drove otherwise… — Kate Morton Book Copy Share Image
Some say I'm an overnight success. Well, that was a very long night that lasted about 10 years. But while I do,… — Kate Morton Book Copy Share Image
“It was an isidious seed planted inside a person's soul, surviving covertly on little tending, then flowering so spectacularly that none could… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“There was much work to be done in the crone's cottage, but the Princess was never heard to complain, for she was… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“And as the train whistled its imminent departure, a small girl wearing neat plaits and someone else's shoes climbed its iron stairs.… — Kate Morton Fitness Copy Share Image
“They'd eaten every meal outdoors, hard-boiled eggs and cheese from a picnic basket, and drunk wine under the lilac tree in the… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“When she was a girl, Eleanor had completely believed the tale. That Zephyr brought her back from Africa with him, a pearl… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“Once again she was struck by a sense of profound familiarity. She knew this place. In the story that her mother used… — Kate Morton Another world Copy Share Image
“I know, Granddad, the woods are thick and I'm a city slicker, but Ash was with me, and it was just as… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“Quickly and quietly, the Princess returned to the cottage, for she knew what she must do. The crone had sacrificed her eyes… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“A silver hairbrush, old and surely precious, with a little leopard's head for London stamped near the bristles. A white dress, small… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
