“At breakfast!' said Louise in an awed voice. 'A man who can read poetry at breakfast would be capable of anything.” — Mary Stewart Poetry 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 Happiness Copy Share Image
“I lay wakeful, watching the empty dark, listening to the little wind which had sprung up throwing handfuls of rain against the… — Mary Stewart Rain Copy Share Image
“Oh, hell." He landed beside me, soft-footed on the pine needles. "This is beginning to have all the elements of a farce,… — Mary Stewart Copy Share Image
“Literature and fiction are full of femmes fatales, but there is also an homme fatal, an altogether rarer bird, and pity help… — Mary Stewart Books Copy Share Image
“I doubt if any son every knew more about his father and his father's father than I, with all you have told… — Mary Stewart Father Copy Share Image
Every man carries the seed of his own death, and you will not be more than a man. You will have everything;… — Mary Stewart Death Copy Share Image
“You made a discovery yesterday; remember? 'No man is an Island.' It's true in more ways than one. Don't go on hating… — Mary Stewart Hating yourself 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
To remember love after long sleep; to turn again to poetry after a year in the market place, or to youth after… — Mary Stewart Age Copy Share Image
“Yes, but the artist?" said Nigel almost fiercely. "He's different, you know he is. He's driven by some compulsion: if he can't… — Mary Stewart Ambition Copy Share Image
“the smell of resin filled the air. A thrush was singing somewhere. Late harebells were thick among the grass, and small blue… — Mary Stewart Bees Copy Share Image
“I assure you, I've come to one of those natural breaks in the book, where one can walk away and let things… — Mary Stewart Books Copy Share Image
“I think there is only one. Oh, there are gods everywhere, in the hollow hills, in the wind and the sea, in… — Mary Stewart Gods Copy Share Image
“The Romans gave them Roman names, and let them be; but the Christians refuse to believe in them, and their priests berate… — Mary Stewart Christianity Copy Share Image
“I remember thinking with a queer detached portion of my mind that here was someone wringing her hands. One reads about it… — Mary Stewart Copy Share Image
“The best words in the best order...one always go the same shock of recognition and delight when someone's words swam up to… — Mary Stewart Language Copy Share Image
“I was back on the scented hillside with the moon coming out above the ruins of the temple where nothing remains now… — Mary Stewart Moon Copy Share Image
Perhaps loneliness had nothing to do with place or circumstance; perhaps it was in you; yourself. Perhaps, wherever you were, you took… — Mary Stewart Circles Copy Share Image
“there’s always something there, if one can find the treatment. The same old material, the same old line, the same old setting… — Mary Stewart Mind Copy Share Image
I sometimes think it's a mistake to have been happy when one was a child. One should always want to go on,… — Mary Stewart Childhood Copy Share Image
