434 Quotes by Kate Morton

She was the sort of person for whom fear was the natural response to that beyond explanation.

It was true that she didn't have many friends, not of the flesh-and-blood variety, but the fact did not upset her.It was tiring, all that smiling and sharing and speculating about the weather, and she always left a gathering, no matter how intimate, feeling depleted, as if she'd accidentally left behind some vital layers of herself she'd never get back.--Part I: The Satchel> Chapter 1

Edward could make the very devil pray, if such were his desire.

Cassandra wondered at the mind's cruel ability to toss up flecks of the past. Why, as she neared her life's end, her grandmother's head should ring with the voices of people long since gone. Was it always this way? Did those with passage booked on death's silent ship always scan the dock for faces of the long-departed?

Those who live in memories are never really dead.

Elodie felt a familiar stirring of anticipation as she took in the sepia tones, the promise if a life awaiting rediscovery.Part I: The Satchel > Chapter 1

A person never forgets the landscape of their childhood.

Ada tore open the package to find a small black leather book inside. Between its covers were no words, but instead page after page of pressed flowers: orange hibiscus, mauve Queen's crepe myrtle, purple passionflower, white spider lilies, red powder puffs. All of them, Ada knew, had come from her very own garden, and in an instant she was back in Bombay. She could feel the sultry air on her face, smell the heady fragrance of summer, hear the songs of prayer as the sun set over the ocean.

I had forgotten, I suppose, that there were bright memories in amongst the dark.