Top 25 Quotes by Mary Stewart of 35 - Page 2

Every man carries the seed of his own death, and you will not be more than a man. You will have everything; you cannot have more.

Every man carries the seed of his own death, and you will not be more than a man. You will have everything; you cannot have more.

Mary Stewart

Men, Seeds, Carrie

Mary Stewart (1978). “Hollow Hills”, Fawcett

Where two Greeks are gathered together, there will be at least three political parties represented, and possibly more.

Mary Stewart

Party, Two, Political

Mary Stewart (2011). “This Rough Magic”, p.11, Hachette UK

I knew that I had turned my world back to cinders, sunk my lovely ship with my own stupid, wicked hands.

Mary Stewart

Stupid, Hands, Lovely

Mary Stewart (1969). “Nine Coaches Waiting”

I doubt if there are many normal women who can resist looking at houses. I believe, in fact, that when a house is up for sale more than half the people who look over it are not prospective buyers, but merely ladies who cannot resist exploring someone else's house.

Mary Stewart

Believe, People, House

Mary Stewart (2011). “Stormy Petrel”, p.44, Hachette UK

I'm very much to blame for not seeing it before, but who on earth goes about suspecting an impossible outlandish thing like murder? That's something that happens in books, not among people you know.

Mary Stewart

Book, People, Earth

Mary Stewart (1969). “Nine Coaches Waiting”

Sometimes, I think, our impulses come not from the past, but from the future.

Mary Stewart

Past, Thinking, Sometimes

Mary Stewart (1961). “The Ivy Tree”

Have you ever thought, when something dreadful happens, 'a moment ago things were not like this; let it be then, not now, anything but now'? And you try and try to remake then, but you know you can't. So you try to hold the moment quite still and not let it move on and show itself.

Mary Stewart

Grief, Moving, Tragedy

Mary Stewart (2011). “Nine Coaches Waiting”, p.98, Hachette UK

There are such people, unfortunates who have to be angry before they can feel alive. I had sometimes wondered if it were some old relic of pagan superstition, the fear of risking the jealousy and anger of the gods, that made such people afraid of even small happinesses. Or perhaps it was only that tragedy is more self-important than laughter.

Mary Stewart

Fear, Laughter, Anger