Kate Morton
Kate Morton
Kate Mortonis an international bestselling Australian author. Morton has sold more than 10 million books in 38 countries, making her one of Australia's "biggest publishing exports". The award-winning author has written five novels: The House at Riverton, The Forgotten Garden, The Distant Hours,The Secret Keeper, and The Lake House, which was published in October 2015...
NationalityAustralian
ProfessionAuthor
CountryAustralia
people waiting stories
She says there are stories everywhere and that people who wait for the right one to come along before setting pen to paper end up with very empty pages.
people unhappy enough
While I wasn't certain how I felt about spiritualists, I was certain enough about the type of people who were drawn to them. Only people unhappy in the present seek to know the future.
people stories refills
...She's understood the power of stories. Their magical ability to refill the wounded part of people.
people photograph force
Photographs force us to see people before their future weighed them down, before they knew their endings.
years people looks
She's one of the few people able to look beyond the lines on my face to see the twenty-year-old who lives inside.
second-chance giving people
... people who'd led dull and blameless lives did not give thanks for second chances.
writing thinking people
People might think writing is a hard business, but it's nowhere near acting.
people unhappy knows
Only people unhappy in the present seek to know the future.
character funny-things people
It's a funny thing, character, the way it brands people as they age, rising from within to leave its scar.
people way shapes
... time had a way of moulding people into shapes they themselves no longer recognised ...
people way terrible
It's a terrible thing, isn't it, the way we throw people away?
home eye kissing
And then he was kissing her, and she was struck by his nearness, his solidity, his smell. It was of the garden and the earth and the sun. When Cassandra opened her eyes, she realized she was crying. She wasn't sad, though, these were the tears of being found, of having come home after a long time away.
thinking air doors
Round and round the questions flew, until finally I found myself standing at the open door of a bookshop. It’s natural in times of great perplexity, I think, to seek out the familiar, and the high shelves and long rows of neatly lined-up spines were immensely reassuring. Amid the smell of ink and binding, the dusty motes in beams of strained sunlight, the embrace of warm, tranquil air, I felt that I could breathe more easily.
wall reality doors
There’s something about hospital walls; though only made of bricks and plaster, when you’re inside them the noise, the reality of the teeming city beyond, disappears; it’s just outside the door, but it might as well be a magical land far, far away.