61 Quotes by Kathleen Tessaro

As I stared back at myself in the reflected grandeur of the room, I remembered what Mr. Kessler had told me: a good counterfeit is as much a work of art as the real thing.

Better to go alone than to be badly accompanied. - Madame Dariaux

It's amazing how lonely a place where you were once happy can become.

Sis took Eva to the public library and showed her how to get a card. Every week, Eva read her way through the works of Charles Dickens, Jane Austen, Anthony Trollope, Henry James and Elizabeth Gaskell. She dreamed of heroines from modest backgrounds attracting unprecedented attentions, soaring tales of love across social divides and sudden unexpected reversals of fortunes. In these pages, anything was possible, even for a girl like her.

After all, if I started confiding my innermost problems to someone, I'd have to do something about them. And I'm not ready for that yet.

Heaven isn't a place, Fanning!...Why does everyone assume it's a destination - some cerebral version of Grand Central Station? It's a state of being! The unshakeable certainty of who you are and where you fit in the world! The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune aside, we suffer most when we try to be someone or something we're not." (page 220)

I want to go to a café and sit with you. I want you to order something I've never eaten before and tease me about it. And I want to walk, anywhere, nowhere in particular, and for us to disagree.

The warm humid air of New York clung to the night, unwilling to relinquish its suffocating hold. And yet to Eva, the city had an underlying hum of possibility; a constant forward motion that promised, no matter what, that change was on its way.

Easing back in her seat, Grace watched the children in the playground opposite, coats off, faces flushed, laughing hysterically with pleasure. They were so vividly alive, completely immersed in the game. She tried to recall a time when she'd been that way and realized she couldn't remember when that had been. She'd lost the knack of forgetting herself. Instead she seemed to look down on herself throughout the day, scrutinizing, judging; finding herself wanting more.