Quotes from Sarah Miller

it was as if she believed the special things they'd so enjoyed together should not be enjoyed apart.

Time, Caroline decided, could be trusted to measure the distance between meals, and nothing else. But a mile was always a mile, no matter how long it took to traverse. Days spent on the road were best measured in miles.

Little intimidates a man more than a learned woman.

Why doesn't Sunday ever wait until I'm tired?

she were going to let her vexation flare outward, she would have done better to put her foot down with Charles than singe the girls. Then at least it would have served some purpose. Nor could she simply swallow her ire and leave the child beneath her apron to pickle in such brine. She had charge over their moods, and she would not squander it.

If people would only do me justice that is all I ask, but it seems as if every word I have uttered has been distorted and such a false construction placed on it that I am bewildered. I can't understand it. —Lizzie Borden

Ever after she lived alongside the knowledge that nothing on this earth could protect her completely.

Just as she placed herself daily between the children and the hazards of the house and yard, Charles stood between all of them and everything beyond the bounds of their claim.

The pair of us are like salt and sugar: such different flavors, but so close in every other way you could never sort us apart once we're together.

There ought to have been layer cakes, and cookies, and squiggles of boiled sugar candy, Caroline thought as she sat vigil by the bake oven. Swedish crackers, vinegar pie, dried apple pie. The cabin should be heady with brown sugar and clove, and the rich velvety scent of beans and salt pork lazily bubbling in molasses. At the very least, a dried blackberry pie.

noticed, it seemed as if the wagon had expanded overnight. She paused to

How much of what they loved in her was real, and how much was fashioned from what they envisioned her to be?

She had kept her sadness so carefully lidded these last two days that it had thickened into a stock so rich she could smell the salt before she tasted it. Caroline's throat narrowed so she could scarcely draw breath. Only a long thin note, too high to hear, seeped steadily through to warm the roof of her mouth.

I'll pretend, I tell myself. Pretending is safer than believing.

I cross myself and close my eyes. Where we go next, we go together.

Behind every successful woman are several confused men who give her something to make fun of.

The pair of us are like salt and sugar: such different flavors, but so close in every other way you could never sort us apart once we're together.

We should be used to it," Tatiana reasons. "There have always been lines separating us from the rest of the world, whether they were satin ribbons or iron rails.

My sisters and I sit together on a pair of suitcases. If we've forgotten anything, it's already too late -- our rooms have all been sealed and photographed. Anyway, Tatiana would say it's bad luck to return for something you've forgotten.

You may be afraid, but you may not let your fear chase you away from what must be done.

Maria cries unashamedly on my shoulder while I whisper and pet her cheek, but Anastasia grips my other hand and stares fiercely back at our Alexander Palace with her wet blue eyes until it is no more than a lemon-colored speck against the sunrise.

Sounds buzz around me, and I'm sure the painted dragonflies have come loose from the frieze on our walls to flap their wings in my ears, making my skin prickle and crawl as tides of sickness wash me away.

All her life she had longed to breach that pale and hazy boundary between enough and plenty.

It's commonly believed that there's less pressure on a woman to be married these days than there used to be. If that's true, if things are better now than they were before, then they once must have been very bad indeed.