There are patterns in everything, in the whole of Nature, from the way the stars turn in the heavens to the whorl of a shell or the petals of a flower and the way leaves arrange themselves about a twig.… — Celia Rees Copy Share Image
There are patterns in everything, in the whole of Nature, from the way the stars turn in the heavens to the whorl of a… — Celia Rees Copy Share Image
You may wish me luck, or curse me for a damnable pirate, but do not look for me. I will be gone to parts… — Celia Rees Copy Share Image
“I put my faith into stones", he smiled at me across the table. "They do not rot, and they do not lose their value.… — Celia Rees Copy Share Image
“I looked into her eyes, and saw my own staring back, the same peculiar shade, pale grey, flecked with yellow, rimmed with black. Now… — Celia Rees Copy Share Image
Legend gathered around him, swirling around him like a great black cloak. — Celia Rees Copy Share Image
Colored lights shone right across the northern sky, leaping and flaring, spreading in rainbow hues from horizon to zenith: blood red to rose pink,… — Celia Rees Copy Share Image
“She was all that I knew, all that was dear. I'd loved her and she'd loved me. Now I was alone in the world.… — Celia Rees Copy Share Image
“Artists often collect. Sometimes compulsively. They hang on to things. They don’t want to let go. Like paintings. I don’t want to part with… — Celia Rees Copy Share Image
