“It was nearing 9 O'clock, and the fist duck was drawing down. Behind the trees, the first star pricked out, low and brilliant. The light breeze of the day had dropped, and the evening was very still. The stream sounded… — Mary Stewart Copy Share Image
I knew that I had turned my world back to cinders, sunk my lovely ship with my own stupid, wicked hands. — Mary Stewart Copy Share Image
“Sometimes, when you're deep in the countryside, you meet three girls, walking along the hill tracks in the dusk, spinning. They each have a… — Mary Stewart Copy Share Image
The essence of wisdom is to know when to be doing, and when it's useless even to try — Mary Stewart Copy Share Image
“some man of power must have existed, with gifts that seemed miraculous to his own times.” — Mary Stewart Copy Share Image
It does not do to neglect the gods of a place, whoever they may be. In the end, they are all one. — Mary Stewart Copy Share Image
“this might be a beauty to send men mad. Her body was slight with a child’s slenderness, but her breasts were full and pointed… — 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 the lonely… — Mary Stewart Copy Share Image
“The village is perched on a precipitous hillside, and the houses are built in tiers, one up behind the other, the floor of one… — Mary Stewart Copy Share Image
“It is for you to choose. Choice is man's right, and for that I leave you free.” — Mary Stewart Copy Share Image
“I had been so used to God's voice in the fire and stars that I had forgotten to listen for it in the counsels… — Mary Stewart 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 so much… — Mary Stewart Copy Share Image
