To remember love after long sleep; to turn again to poetry after a year in the market place, or to youth after… — Mary Stewart Age Copy Share Image
“There was one thing that stood like stone among the music and moonfroth of the evening's gaieties. It was stupid, it was… — Mary Stewart Love Copy Share Image
...the floss-silk manes tossed up like the crest of a breaking wave....Light ran and glittered on them. They were obedient...you would have… — Mary Stewart Horse Copy Share Image
“The sour smell was not the smell of fungus. It was unlit incense, and cold ashes, and unsaid prayers. I” — Mary Stewart Copy Share Image
“At breakfast!' said Louise in an awed voice. 'A man who can read poetry at breakfast would be capable of anything.” — Mary Stewart Poetry Copy Share Image
“I lay wakeful, watching the empty dark, listening to the little wind which had sprung up throwing handfuls of rain against the… — Mary Stewart Rain Copy Share Image
the difficult art I was attempting had, indeed a powerful fascination, before which the past faded, the future receded, and the whole… — Mary Stewart Art Copy Share Image
Have you ever thought, when something dreadful happens, 'a moment ago things were not like this; let it be then, not now,… — Mary Stewart Grief Copy Share Image
“There is no one so leadenfooted as the reluctant bringer of bad news.” — Mary Stewart Bad news Copy Share Image
“The street lamps glowed like ripe oranges among the bare boughs. Below in the wet street their globes glimmered down and down,… — Mary Stewart Imagery Copy Share Image
I doubt if there are many normal women who can resist looking at houses. I believe, in fact, that when a house… — Mary Stewart Believe Copy Share Image
“There, below the cliffs, is a bay of sand where the rocks stand up like the fangs of wolves, and no boat… — Mary Stewart Sun Copy Share Image
“One always got the same shock of recognition and delight when someone's words swam up to meet a thought or name a… — Mary Stewart Joy Copy Share Image
“If anyone was to perform the classic folly of taking a midnight stroll among the murderous gentlemen with whom the hotel was… — Mary Stewart Copy Share Image
“I'd live with loneliness a long time. That was something which was always there... one learns to keep it at bay, there… — Mary Stewart Loneliness Copy Share Image
“the smell of resin filled the air. A thrush was singing somewhere. Late harebells were thick among the grass, and small blue… — Mary Stewart Copy Share Image
I had always been content to know that there was more in the living world than we could hope to understand. — Mary Stewart Knowledge Copy Share Image
“Yes, but the artist?" said Nigel almost fiercely. "He's different, you know he is. He's driven by some compulsion: if he can't… — Mary Stewart Ambition Copy Share Image
“Every life has death and every light has shadow. Be content to stand in the light and let the shadow fall where… — Mary Stewart Death Copy Share Image
Sometimes, I think, our impulses come not from the past, but from the future. — Mary Stewart Impulse Copy Share Image
It is never wise to turn aside from knowing, however the knowing comes. — Mary Stewart Knowing Copy Share Image
I can say 'reduce your stress level' until I'm blue in the face. — Mary Stewart Blue Copy Share Image
