Explore Quotes by Kate Morton

It is a cruel, ironical art, photography. The dragging of captured moments into the future; moments that should have been allowed to be evaporate into the past; should exist only in memories, glimpsed through the fog of events that came after. Photographs force us to see people before their future weighed them down.

I write what I'd like to read and just hope that, along the way, others might like to read them, too.

It's special, grandparents and grandchldren. So much simpler. Is it always so, I wonder? I think perhaps it is. While one's child takes a part of one's heart to use and misuse as they please, a grandchild is different. Gone are the bonds of guilt and responsibility that burden the maternal relationship. The way to love is free.

I want to be independent. To meet interesting people. ... I just mean new people with clever things to say. Things I've never heard before. I want to be free. Open to whatever adventure comes along and sweeps me off my feet.

Reluctance to begin is quick to befriend procrastination. . . .

In real life turning points are sneaky. They pass by unlabeled and unheeded. Opportunities are missed, catastrophes unwittingly celebrated. Turning points are only uncovered later, by historians who seek to bring order to a lifetime of tangled moments.

Doors lead to things and I've never met one I haven't wanted to open.

Better to lose oneself in action than to wither in despair.

A true friend is a light in the dark. Viven

What could be more perfect than marrying the person you love.

Curiosity might have killed the cat, but little girls usually fared much better.

... people who'd led dull and blameless lives did not give thanks for second chances.

Life could be cruel enough these days without the truth making it worse.

It's a terrible thing, isn't it, the way we throw people away?

Gerry?' Laurel had to strain to hear thought the noise on the other end of the line. 'Gerry? Where are you?' 'London. A phone booth on Fleet Street.' 'The city still has working phone booths?' 'It would appear so. Unless this is the Tardis, in which case I'm in serious trouble.

Children don’t require of their parents a past and they find something faintly unbelievable, almost embarrassing, in parental claims to a prior existence.

Adults weren’t supposed to understand their children and you were doing something wrong if they did.

I'm good with words, but not the spoken kind; I've often thought what a marvelous thing it would be if I could only conduct relationships on paper.

But history is a faithless teller whose cruel recourse to hindsight makes fools of its actors.

No two people will ever see or feel things in the same way, Merry. The challenge is to be truthful when you write. Don't approximate. Don't settle for the easiest combination of words. Go searching instead for those that explain exactly what you think. What you feel.

When reason sleeps, the monsters of repression will emerge.