Quotes from Kate Mosse

Love – true love – is a precious thing, Léonie,' Isolde continued. 'It is painful, uncomfortable, makes fools of us all, but it is what breathes meaning and colour and purpose into our lives. Love is the one thing that lifts our common experience to the extraordinary.

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harm can be done by those who proffer an opinion when they are only in partial possession of the facts. A man might do better to hold his tongue than scatter words without a care as to where they might land.

L'âme d'autrui est une forêt obscure où il faut marcher avec précaution. (The soul of another is a dark forest in which one must tread carefully.)

History is written by the victorious, the liars, the strongest, the most determined. Truth is found most often in the silence, in the quiet places.

Nobody ate much, but they did drink, which fired their anger and dimmed their judgement.

The soul of another is a dark forest in which one must tread carefully. Letter, 1891 Claude Debussy

But, truthfully, I lacked the courage to jump.' 'Perhaps it takes more courage not to,' Sandrine said

What we leave behind in this life is the memory of who we were and what we did. An imprint, no more. I have learned much. I have become wise. But have I made a difference? I cannot tell.

Men wielded their video cameras like weapons, recording rather than experiencing...

Sometimes I wish I could look away, like other people seem to be able to do. Not feel it's my job to put things right.

L'histoire est un roman qui a été, le roman est une histoire qui aurait pu être History is a novel that has been lived, a novel is history that could have been E & J de Goncourt

Si es atal es atal. What will be will be.

is a beautiful place, she thinks, yet somehow an inhospitable one. It's a place of secrets, one that has seen too much and concealed too much to be at peace with itself.

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how his grandfather used to stroke his brow

By late afternoon, the chamber smelled of frustration and arguments gone stale.

said lightly, once the servant had withdrawn. 'I should congratulate

If she wanted to go,' Bonnet continued, 'there's not a thing you – or anyone else – could have done to stop her. If it's any consolation, she won't have suffered. Pills, all very peaceful. Just gone to sleep and not woken up. It's what she chose.

It was Harif who'd taught him to see that Saracens, Jews and Christians were following but different paths to the one God.

when he had looked into the heart of the labyrinth and made a vow to protect the secret with his life.

It is a tale that begins, as it will end, in a graveyard where the bones and the spiders and the worms inhabit the cold earth.

But things were different when she was on her own. She didn't have to put a brave face on it.

All systems of divination, like music itself, work through patterns.