“The markets of my memory were city markets, London markets, crammed into narrow streets or cobbled squares, with hoarse-voiced vendors hawking their wares and all around me the relentless press of people, people everywhere. It was a pleasant change to… — Susanna Kearsley Copy Share Image
“Of course,” Armand was saying to Simon, “you know that it was an American, like yourself, who nearly ruined the wine-making in France?” “We’re… — Susanna Kearsley Copy Share Image
“Because it is in giving of ourselves and our possessions that we best please God; by actions, not words. And all men do deserve… — Susanna Kearsley Copy Share Image
Knowing that the battle will not end the way he wishes does not make it any less worthwhile the fight. — Susanna Kearsley Copy Share Image
“When all the world is old, lad, And all the trees are brown; And all the sport is stale, lad, And all the wheels… — Susanna Kearsley Copy Share Image
“Because everything does make sense, when you look at it from the right angle. All you have to do is find out what that… — Susanna Kearsley Copy Share Image
“Now do that with your thoughts as well, pluck out the needless vanities and worries, and you’ll find you grow the straighter for it.” — Susanna Kearsley Copy Share Image
“Flirtatious men I could handle. It was the serious ones, like Neil, who made me nervous—the ones who looked straight at you and spoke… — Susanna Kearsley Copy Share Image
Life is always uncertain,'he said with a shrug. 'We cannot let the fear of what might happen stop us living as we choose. — Susanna Kearsley Copy Share Image
If it is true that men have souls that do survive them, he went on, ignoring me, and if those souls are born again… — Susanna Kearsley Copy Share Image
“I love to read, but all through school I hated it when books were pulled apart and analyzed. Winnie-the-pooh as a political allegory, that sort of thing. It never really worked for me. There's a line in The Barretts of Wimpole Street - you know, the play - where Elizabeth Barrett is trying to work out the meaning of one… — Susanna Kearsley Copy Share
