...the floss-silk manes tossed up like the crest of a breaking wave....Light ran and glittered on them. They were obedient...you would have sworn...as the white horses of the wave crests are to pull of the moon.
Mary StewartThe best way of forgetting how you think you feel is to concentrate on what you know you know.
Mary StewartI had always been content to know that there was more in the living world than we could hope to understand.
Mary StewartEvery life has a death, and every light a shadow. Be content to stand in the light, and let the shadow fall where it will.
Mary StewartTo remember love after long sleep; to turn again to poetry after a year in the market place, or to youth after resignation to drowsy and stiffening age; to remember what once you thought life could hold, after telling over with muddied and calculating fingers what it has offered; this is music, made after long silence. The soul flexes its wings, and, clumsy as any fledgling, tries the air again
Mary Stewart