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  • You must learn to know the difference between tales and the truth, my Liza, she would say. Fairy tales have a habit of ending too soon. They never show what happens afterwards when the prince and princess ride off the page.
    (Kate Morton, "The Forgotten Garden")

  • You mustn't wait for someone to rescue you, . . . . A girl expecting rescue never learns to rescue herself. Even with the means, she'll find her courage wanting.
    (Kate Morton, "The Forgotten Garden")

  • Thinking of nothing. Trying to think of nothing. Thinking of everything.
    (Kate Morton, "The Forgotten Garden")

  • To abandon a child, she had once said to someone, when she thought Cassandra couldn't hear, was an act so cold, so careless, it refused forgiveness.
    (Kate Morton, "The Forgotten Garden")

  • To tell the truth, she didn't want to; she liked the constancy of preoccupation.
    (Kate Morton, "The Forgotten Garden")


  • Was that what Nell had done, too? Forsaken the life and the family she'd been given, to focus instead on the one she'd been without.
    (Kate Morton, "The Forgotten Garden")

  • We're all unique, just never in the ways we imagine.
    (Kate Morton, "The Forgotten Garden")

  • 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.
    (Kate Morton, "The Forgotten Garden")

  • Oh, Grey, no one really likes keeping secrets. The only thing that makes a secret fun is knowing that you weren't supposed to tell it.
    (Kate Morton, "The Forgotten Garden")

  • Even the most pragmatic person fell victim at times to a longing for something other.
    (Kate Morton, "The Forgotten Garden")

  • Oh, there was harm indeed for a young lady flattered by the brief attentions of a handsome man.
    (Kate Morton, "The Forgotten Garden")

  • For the perfect gentleman was out there somewhere, waiting for her. He would be nothing like Father, he would be an artist, with an artist's sense of beauty and possibility, who didn't care two whits about bricks and bugs. Who was open and easy to read, whose passions and dreams brought light to his eyes. And he would love her, and only her.
    (Kate Morton, "The Forgotten Garden")

  • She did as she felt, and she felt a great deal.
    (Kate Morton, "The Forgotten Garden")

  • Had any poet adequately described the wretched ugliness of a loved one turned inside out with grief?
    (Kate Morton, "The Forgotten Garden")

  • She was the sort of person for whom fear was the natural response to that beyond explanation.
    (Kate Morton, "The Forgotten Garden")


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