“Nell was like a witch. Her long silvery hair rolled into a bun on the back of her head, the narrow wooden… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“Apart from such visits, for the first time in her life Eliza was truly alone. In the beginning, unfamiliar sounds, nocturnal sounds,… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
The certainty that she would find what it was she sought just slipped away, until one night she knew there was nothing,… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
And then he was kissing her, and she was struck by his nearness, his solidity, his smell. It was of the garden… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“Eliza had split each day between her two favorite places on the estate: the black rock down in the cove, on top… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“There was something about the garden that reminded her of Nell's backyard in Brisbane. Not the plants so much as the mood.… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“Cassandra continued her obstacle course along the wall, hoping to find a gate or a door, anything permitting entry. The sun was… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“Cassandra lifted the apple to her lips. The sunny scent was strong as she bit into it. An apple, from a tree… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“She sat on the little iron garden seat in the clearing at the top and looked down at the strange garden of… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“For centuries the Mountrachets had been keen horticulturists. Forebear after forebear had traveled far and wide, spanning the globe in search of… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
It was such a pleasure to sink one's hands into the warm earth, to feel at one's fingertips the possibilities of the… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“By the time she entered the hidden garden, early light was sifting through the autumn-sparse canopy. Eliza took a deep breath. She'd… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“The garden is incredible. It's really overgrown, but underneath the brambles all kinds of plants have survived. There are paths, garden seats,… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
But happiness ... happiness grows at our own firesides," she said. "It is not to be picked in strangers' gardens." ~ The… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“A tangle of star jasmine spilled across the path and Alice knelt to pluck a sprig, holding it beneath her nose and… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“Alice dug into her pocket and pulled out her notebook, hurrying to make a note of the sensation and the day and… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“It was a garden, a walled garden. Overgrown but with beautiful bones visible still. Someone had cared for this garden once. The… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“Yesterday morning I managed briefly to escape Mamma, & passed a lovely hour in the roof garden. I thought of you, dearest,… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“Laurel wondered whether perhaps a person reached an age when so much was kept from them, so many details of life discussed and decided… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“It hardly needs to be said: sooner or later secrets have a way of making themselves known.” — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“Give someone more time and they'll appear to have done more with it.” — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“It suddenly seemed to Laurel that all the absences in her own life, every loss and sadness, every nightmare in the dark, every unexplained… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“tiempo tiene su peculiar manera de moldear a la gente de forma que ellos mismos ya no se reconocen,” — 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 the rigid… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
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… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“... and I thought -not for the first time- what a true and simple pleasure it was, to be inside and sated when the… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“Nell was like a witch. Her long silvery hair rolled into a bun on the back of her head, the narrow wooden house on… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
