434 Quotes by Kate Morton

Dom. Pomislila je kako je neobično što joj se ta reč u glavi smestila u Birčvud. To je jedna od onih reči sa višestrukim značenjem: površan opis kuće u kojoj neko trenutno stanuje, ali i topao, zaokružen naziv kojim se opisuju intimna udobnost i bezbednost. Dom je bio Alanov glas na kraju dugog, napornog dana; njegove ruke oko nje; njegova poznata ljubav prema njoj i njena prema njemu. Džulijet

A human being's life and prospects must surely be improved by having a decent place to lay his or her head at night.

The walls were covered in paper that might once have been blue and white stripe, but which time and moisture had turned murky gray, spotted and peeling in places. Faded scenes from Hans Christian Andersen hung along one side: the brave tin soldier atop his fire, the pretty girl in red shoes, the little mermaid weeping for her lost past. It smelled musty, of ghostly children and long-settled dust. Vaguely alive.

She sat on the rock slab and unpacked her lunch: sliced silverside from last night's roast, gravy glistening cold on its surface; soft potato and yam that she ate with her fingers; a wedge of bread and butter pudding with Mum's fresh jam smeared on top; three Anzac biscuits and a blood orange, fresh from the tree.

Sadie scanned the wild tangle of greenery surrounding them. Ferns were striving towards the light, spiraled stems uncoiling into fronds. The sweet scent of honeysuckle mingled with the earthiness of recent rain. Summer rain. She'd always loved that smell, even more so when Bertie told her it was caused by a type of bacteria. It proved that good things could come from bad if the right conditions were applied. Sadie had a vested interest in believing that was true.

It was the Riverton drawing room. Even the wallpaper was the same. Silver Studios' burgundy Art Nouveau, "Flaming Tulips," as fresh as the day the paperers had come from London. A leather chesterfield sat at the center by the fireplace, draped with Indian silks just like the ones Hannah and Emmeline's grandfather, Lord Ashbury, had brought back from abroad when he was a young officer. The ship's clock stood where it always had, on the mantelpiece beside the Waterford candelabra.

Where willows whiten, aspens quiver, little breezes dusk and shiver...'"I was unfamiliar with Tennyson at that time, thought only that she produced a rather pretty description of the lake.

...as I already said, they didn't look like much--but beauty's in the eye of the beholder, isn't it?

It was such a pleasure to sink one's hands into the warm earth, to feel at one's fingertips the possibilities of the new season.