“Some seasons later, the Princess of the kingdom was riding with her handmaiden on the edge of the dark woods. Though once… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“But happiness ... happiness grows at our own firesides,' she said. 'It is not to be picked in strangers' gardens.” — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“ALL HOUSES have hearts; hearts that have loved, hearts that have billowed with contentment, hearts that have been broken.” — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“It is queer, but my love and longing for the world are always deepened by my absence from it; it's wondrous, don't… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“. . . happiness grows at our own firesides, . . . . It is not to be picked in strangers' gardens.” — 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
“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
