“Love is like that: insistent, sure, persuasive. It silences easily all whispers of misgiving.” — Kate Morton Love Copy Share Image
“To tell the truth, she didn't want to; she liked the constancy of preoccupation.” — Kate Morton Heart Copy Share Image
“it was enough just to free the words so that the voices in her head were stilled.” — Kate Morton Heart Copy Share Image
Life could be cruel enough these days without the truth making it worse. — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
Oh, there was harm indeed for a young lady flattered by the brief attentions of a handsome man. — Kate Morton Attention Copy Share Image
“... wondering how it was that one person's absence could rob the day so wholly of its shape and meaning.” — Kate Morton Absence Copy Share Image
“Tragedy has been described as 'the conflict between desire and possibility.' Following this definition, is The Forgotten Garden a tragedy? If so,… — Kate Morton Tragedies Copy Share Image
“A place is more than the sum of its physical parts; it’s a repository for memories, a record and retainer of all… — Kate Morton Boundaries Copy Share Image
“there was a pessimism in his soul, a darkness in his outlook, that always left her somehow more aware of hard edges… — Kate Morton Darkness Copy Share Image
“Where are you? London. A phone booth on Fleet Street. The city still has working phone booths? It would appear so. Unless… — Kate Morton Fleet street Copy Share Image
Darling girl, blinded by foolish thoughts of love. How to tell her that the hearts of men were not so easily won.… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“As an only child, Cassandra found the well-worn paths of sibling interaction fascinating and horrifying in equal parts.” — Kate Morton Children Copy Share Image
A way of looking at you that told you she was listening, that she understood all you were saying, and all you… — Kate Morton Communication Copy Share Image
“The city still has working phone booths?’ ‘It would appear so. Unless this is the Tardis, in which case I’m in serious… — 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… — Kate Morton Burden Copy Share Image
“People marveled at her ability to build characters from the inside out, to submerge herself and disappear beneath the skin of another… — Kate Morton Keeping secrets Copy Share Image
“Wild rambling roses had started to appear on the sides of the path; creatures of habit making their yearly bids between the… — Kate Morton Flowers Copy Share Image
“She deserved a man who could offer her the best of everything, not a lifetime of butcher's leftovers got on the cheap… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
The girl in the mirror caught my eye briefly...It is an uncanny feeling, that rare occasion when one catches a glimpse of… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“For the perfect gentleman was out there somewhere, waiting for her. He would be nothing like Father, he would be an artist,… — Kate Morton Art Copy Share Image
“There was a strong but not unpleasant smell- moist earth, decomposing leaf matter, new flowers beginning to catch the day's sun- and… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
There’s something about hospital walls; though only made of bricks and plaster, when you’re inside them the noise, the reality of the… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
Wars make history seem deceptively simple. They provide clear turning points, easy distinctions.: before and after, winner and loser, right and wrong.… — Kate Morton Before and after 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
“The event itself played over in her mind, and the role she'd taken in the police investigation, the things she'd told them… — Kate Morton Heart Copy Share Image
“As the boat drew nearer to shore, and tiny dots in the distance became seagulls, she opened the book across her lap… — Kate Morton Book Copy Share Image
“They'd fallen into an easy routine, the three of them. Breakfast together in the morning, then Hughie would leave for work and… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
Her eyes, though tired, had the glint of one who never stopped expecting to be amused, and her mouth turned up at… — Kate Morton Beauty 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
I write what I'd like to read and just hope that, along the way, others might like to read them, too. — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“It hardly needs to be said: sooner or later secrets have a way of making themselves known.” — Kate Morton Secret Copy Share Image
Curiosity might have killed the cat, but little girls usually fared much better. — Kate Morton Cat Copy Share Image
He had the vague sense of standing on a threshold, the crossing of which would change everything. — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“... That was were the real people were found, hiding behind their black spots.” — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
Even the most pragmatic person fell victim at times to a longing for something other. — Kate Morton Longing Copy Share Image
“Because desperate people cling to hope like sailors to their wreaks.” — Kate Morton Desperate Copy Share Image
Had any poet adequately described the wretched ugliness of a loved one turned inside out with grief? — Kate Morton Grief Copy Share Image
