134 Quotes by Mary Stewart

It was the egret, flying out of the lemon grove, that started it. I won’t pretend I saw it straight away as the conventional herald of adventure, the white stag of the fairy-tale, which, bounding from the enchanted thicket, entices the prince away from his followers, and loses him in the forest where danger threatens with the dusk.

Give me time to be myself, know myself, become a little used to happiness. The rest will be up to me.

It is for you to choose. Choice is man’s right, and for that I leave you free.

Something was moving; there was a kind of breathing brightness in the air, the wind of God brushing by, invisible in sunlight.

Only now, his own barriers crumbling, did he realize how deep and absolute had been his need for her; and in the very moment of fullest realization she was here and she was his; his anchor, his still center, his searing flame, his peace...

Folks will say anything, and next time round they’ll believe it.

Like the first breath of living wind to the sailor becalmed and starving, I felt hope stir.

I’m very much to blame for not seeing it before, but who on earth goes about suspecting an impossible outlandish thing like murder? That’s something that happens in books, not among people you know.

Someone’s got to look after the devil himself, as long as he wears clothes and needs food and drink.