Quotes from Kate Morton

But happiness ... happiness grows at our own firesides," she said. "It is not to be picked in strangers' gardens." ~ The House at Riverton

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

... for home is a magnet that lures back even its most abstracted children.

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

I'd pretty much given up hope of being published, so I just wrote the book I wanted to read.

...She's understood the power of stories. Their magical ability to refill the wounded part of people.

Always remember, with a strong enough will, even the weak can wield great power.

All true readers have a book, a moment when real life is never going to be able to compete with fiction again.

Happiness in life is not a given, it must be seized.

He had the vague sense of standing on a threshold, the crossing of which would change everything.

Ah, well. Life's too short for moderation, wouldn't you say?

So much in life came down to timing.

In retrospect, it seems like everything in my life led to me becoming a writer. I just didn't realise it at the time.

The happiest folk are those that are busy, for their minds are starved of time to seek out woe.

Time had a way of moulding people into shapes they themselves no longer recognised.

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

when you love someone you'll do just about anything to keep them.

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

I simply love writing good stories, that's my passion.

Darling girl, blinded by foolish thoughts of love. How to tell her that the hearts of men were not so easily won. If won, rarely kept.

I love the structural part of the writing process.

They say everyone needs something to love.

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....

It was such a pleasure to sink one's hands into the warm earth, to feel at one's fingertips the possibilities of the new season.