Distant Hours Kate Morton Quotes & Sayings

The brain isn't like the heart. They learned how to transplant a heart. The brain is more complex. — Adam Ant

"Half genius and half buffoon," Freeman Dyson ... wrote ... [Richard] Feynman struck him as uproariously American-unbuttoned and burning with physical energy. It took him a while to realize how obsessively his new friend was tunneling into the very bedrock of modern science. — James Gleick

For a long time I listened to other people to decide whether I was still Christian or not, and I would sort of vet myself by the traditional formulae. — Barbara Brown Taylor

I don't have to walk around in hats or find remote places to go for lunch! I don't get recognised that often. — Michelle Dockery

These weren't just any walls, these were the stones of Milderhurst Castle, beneath whose skin the distant hours were whispering, watching. — Kate Morton

Live to start your stupid ideas, and start to live a life without regret
a life filled with meaning, freedom, happiness, fun, authenticity, and influence. — Richie Norton

How presumptuous of someone to think the world is interested in a half-dozen or eight or 10 of their kids. — Anne Nicol Gaylor

As the distance of migration increases," wrote the migration scholar Everett Lee, "the migrants become an increasingly superior group. — Isabel Wilkerson

A twinge at the edge of her lips and she continued, the soft, slow lilt of recitation: Ancient walls that sing the distant hours. — Kate Morton

I don't have many friends, not the living, breathing sort at any rate. And I don't mean that in a sad and lonely way; I'm just not the type of person who accumulates friends or enjoys crowds. I'm good with words, but not spoken kind; I've often thought what a marvelous thing it would be if I could only conduct relationships on paper. And I suppose, in a sense, that's what I do, for I've hundreds of the other sort, the friends contained within bindings, pages after glorious pages of ink, stories that unfold the same way every time but never lose their joy, that take me by the hand and lead me through doorways into worlds of great terror and rapturous delight. Exciting, worthy, reliable companions - full of wise counsel, some of them - but sadly ill-equipped to offer the use of a spare bedroom for a month or two. — Kate Morton

Great and terrible was the year of Our Lord 1918, of the Revolution the second. Its summer abundant with warmth and sun, its winter and snow, highest in its heaven stood two stars: the shepherds' star, eventide Venus; and Mars- quivering, red. But in days of blood and of peace the years fly like an arrow and the thick frost of a hoary white December, season of Christmas trees, Santa Claus, joy and glittering snow, overtook the young Turbins unawares. For the reigning head of the family, their adored mother, was no longer with them. — Mikhail Bulgakov

The dream factory of that time was much simpler. As media outlets grew, everything became so complicated. — Janet Leigh

I was a black boy at the height of the crack era, which meant that my instructors pitched education as the border between those who would prosper in America, and those who would be fed to the great hydra of prison, teenage pregnancy and murder. — Ta-Nehisi Coates

Human language has a vocabulary suited to our daily needs and functions: the shape of any human language maps approximately to the needs and activities of our mundane lives. But few would deny that there is another dimension of human existence which transcends the mundane: call it the soul, the spirit: it is that part of the human frame which sees the shimmer of the numinous. — Julian Burnside