My heart flutters a little. Or something inside my heart flutters; an artery worn so thin that a flap has come loose, is waving about, in the current of my blood.
Kate MortonBetter to lose oneself in action than to wither in despair.
Kate MortonIt hardly needs to be said: sooner or later secrets have a way of making themselves known.
Kate MortonCreatures that grow up in the wilderness turn out wild.
Kate MortonBut there is a difference between enjoying someone's company, thinking them attractive, and finding oneself helplessly in love.
Kate MortonTrue love, it's like an illness. I never understood it before. In books and plays. Poems. I never understood what drove otherwise intelligent, right-thinking people to do such extravagant, irrational things. Now I do. It's an illness. You can catch it when you least expect. There's no known cure. And sometimes, in its most extreme, it's fatal.
Kate MortonLove affairs, in their beginnings, are all about the present. But there is a point in each--an event, an exchange, some other unseen trigger--which forces the past and the future back into focus.
Kate MortonLove is like that: insistent, sure, persuasive. It silences easily all whispers of misgiving.
Kate MortonIt was safe to say that neither had ever known the other sort of love, the sort with fireworks and racing hearts and physical desires.
Kate MortonThere were moments in which a person reached a crossroads, when something happened, out of the blue, to change the course of life's events.
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