“Give someone more time and they'll appear to have done more with it.” — 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
“I am beginning to feel at home in the past and a visitor to this strange and blanched experience we agree to… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“The happiest folks are those that are busy, for their minds are starved of time to seek out woe. -The Crone's Eyes” — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
Even the most pragmatic person fell victim at times to a longing for something other. — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“I know what it meant. I worked it out myself. I've been reading about it. It was a metaphorical death. Sometimes the… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
... time had a way of moulding people into shapes they themselves no longer recognised ... — 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
It is a cruel, ironical art, photography. The dragging of captured moments into the future; moments that should have been allowed to… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“"A noise, and the past was chased away, dispersed into the shadows like smoke by the brighter, louder present.” — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“Aside from her marriage, her obituary is the only time a lady's name should appear in the newspaper. And God help her… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“The house, she'd explained to them many times, had spoken to her; she'd listened, and it turned out they'd understood one another… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
She doesn't know I cry for the changing times. That just as I reread favourite books, some small part of me hoping… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
All true readers have a book, a moment when real life is never going to be able to compete with fiction again. — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
Cassandra wondered at the mind's cruel ability to toss up flecks of the past. Why, as she neared her life's end, her… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
Percy climbed the first step, then the next, remembering the thousands of times she'd run through the door, in a hurry to… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
I sound contemptuous, but I am not. I am interested--intrigued even--by the way time erases real lives, leaving only vague imprints. Blood… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
Photographs force us to see people before their future weighed them down, before they knew their endings. — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“One of the things I have come to know most surely in my work is that the belief system acquired in childhood… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
The happiest folk are those that are busy, for their minds are starved of time to seek out woe. — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
I've heard it said that children born to stressful times never shake the air of woe . . . . — 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
“It is a cruel, ironical art, photography. The dragging of captured moments into the future; moments that should have been allowed to… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
Children don’t require of their parents a past and they find something faintly unbelievable, almost embarrassing, in parental claims to a prior… — 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
