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...
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listening way understood
A way of looking at you that told you she was listening, that she understood all you were saying, and all you weren't.
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.
longing victim pragmatic
Even the most pragmatic person fell victim at times to a longing for something other.
unique way imagine
We're all unique, just never in the ways we imagine.
wall lips ancient
A twinge at the edge of her lips and she continued, the soft, slow lilt of recitation: "Ancient walls that sing the distant hours.
when-you-love-someone love-someone
when you love someone you’ll do just about anything to keep them.
deals felt
She did as she felt, and she felt a great deal.
wanted wells wanted-to-be-loved
She hadn't wanted to be loved carefully, only well.
hands use might
Lil had always believed that a person's duty was to make the best of the hand they were dealt. No use wondering what might have been, she used to say, all that matters is what is.
tales storyteller
I am not a storyteller . . . not like the others. I only have one tale to tell.
summer stars rain
She was the breeze on a summer's day, the first drops of rain when the earth was parched, light from the evening star.
found companion
. . . companions were to be valued, wherever one found them.
needs
They say everyone needs something to love.
experts virtue hindsight
But everyone's an expert with the virtue of hindsight . . . .