Kate Hewitt > Quotes

“She realised with an intense, wonderful rush that love didn't make you weak. It made you vulnerable, but it also made you strong.”
― Kate Hewitt, The Greek Tycoon's Convenient Bride

“This, I think, is how dictatorships start. With the promise of safety, of a little bit of comfort, and everyone’s weary indifference to anything else.”
― Kate Hewitt, The Midnight Hour

“Man is experiencing a darkness so deep that he can hardly see which way to turn. The best minds of today are saying that our civilization stands at the midnight of its revolving cycle.”
― Kate Hewitt, The Midnight Hour

“We’ve got out of the habit of sacrificing ourselves for a greater good no one seems to believe in anymore.”
― Kate Hewitt, The Midnight Hour

“Socialism is always corrupt,” Nicole informs me with a hard laugh. “How can it not be? People are corrupt, even the ones with the best intentions. They just can’t help themselves.”
― Kate Hewitt, The Midnight Hour

“Though the fig tree does not bud and there are no grapes on the vines, though the olive crop fails and the fields produce no food, though there are no sheep in the pen and no cattle in the stalls, yet I will rejoice…”
― Kate Hewitt, The Midnight Hour

“Hatred in your heart is like a poison you drink,” Betsie had murmured then, her eyes fluttering closed. “And yet you expect someone else to die from it.”
― Kate Hewitt, The Edelweiss Sisters

“You had the unimaginable luxury of thinking deep thoughts and pursuing endless intellectual conversations, of reveling in simple pleasures with the implicit permission to be totally self-absorbed. Then you grew up, and life hit you in the face with a two-by-four.”
― Kate Hewitt, Redemption Falls

“shepherds with their flock, Mary and Joseph in their shelter. The manger, of course, was empty, as it would be until that night. As ever, there was a sense of expectation in the air, a hope long deferred but finally approaching. It never failed to lift Johanna’s spirits, and yet”
― Kate Hewitt, The Edelweiss Sisters

“trance.”
― Kate Hewitt, The Girl from Berlin

“Sighing, she shifted restlessly in her seat. Her eyes felt gritty and hot, and her muscles ached with fatigue. She glanced down at her carry-on canvas bag, filled with final exams she needed to mark before she returned to her position as history teacher at Stirling Academy for Girls on Manhattan’s rarefied Upper East Side. She couldn’t face the exams yet and so she looked away, stabbing the button to power up the little screen installed in the back of the seat in front of her. Endless entertainment was what she needed.”
― Kate Hewitt, A Yorkshire Christmas

“magical holiday. She skimmed the article, her mouth turning down as she read about how scented candles created a mood, and she should buy wrapping paper during the sales after the holidays and save it for the next year. How to make sauce from fresh cranberries, and how mashed potatoes with skimmed milk and olive oil spread were delicious and low calorie. A well-decorated table, using fresh evergreen and holly, could, apparently, make all the difference. Claire didn’t read past the first ten tips to a perfect Christmas. She’d read enough, and”
― Kate Hewitt, A Yorkshire Christmas

“She’d remind me of stories from my own childhood, how moody and impossible I was when I was eleven, how I didn’t get invited to this or that birthday party. Stories I’ve forgotten, because I need my mother to keep telling me, to ground me in my own past, so I can help Katherine with her present.”
― Kate Hewitt, The Secrets We Keep

“This is me, all in for you, and you all in for me. That’s the kind of relationship I want, not some balancing of the scales.”
― Kate Hewitt, Cupcakes for Christmas

“Love isn’t always about what a person does for you or how they make you feel; sometimes it’s simply about who they are.”
― Kate Hewitt, That Night at the Beach

“don’t talk about my mom at all, because it hurts too much.”
― Kate Hewitt, The Secrets We Keep

“Shalimar, the citrusy notes of lemon and bergamot.”
― Kate Hewitt, The Secrets We Keep

“can’t believe we are all here,” the woman continues softly. “After all this time.” “Not all of us,” the other woman replies, her voice quietly sorrowful. “But she’s coming, isn’t she? She must be coming.” The woman can’t imagine it any other way, not now, not when three of them are already here. They all made it this far. The silence that falls then feels like an ending. After all this time… Slowly, decisively, the woman in the doorway shakes her head. “She’s not coming,” she states with quiet, final certainty. “It’s only us.”
― Kate Hewitt, The Girl on the Boat

“Enjoy what you can. Endure what you must.”
― Kate Hewitt, The Girl from Berlin

“I don’t know too much about depression,” Olivia said slowly, “but I do know it’s real, not something you can just make yourself get over, or slap a smile on like a plaster. Be kind to yourself, Simon. Be forgiving.”
― Kate Hewitt, Cupcakes for Christmas

“anything”
― Kate Hewitt, When You Were Mine

“Does it take a tragedy, the worst kind of tragedy, to make you realize you care about someone? That you love them? That all the minor hurts and fears are just that, minor? Meaningless? Does it take something this terrible to wake you up? Maybe. Maybe. But oh, how I wish it didn’t.”
― Kate Hewitt, And Then He Fell

“Friendships can slip in increments, so you don’t really notice, or if you do, you can justify it—we’re busy, life is hectic, the months slip past without us even realizing. It’s only in moments like these that I am forced to acknowledge how much has changed.”
― Kate Hewitt, That Night at the Beach

“you don’t feel like explaining something,” she snaps, flouncing off. God help clever children. “Get”
― Kate Hewitt, The Secrets We Keep

“You can run from things while staying in the same place.”
― Kate Hewitt, The Last Orphan

“would not be joining the family festivities at their six-thousand-square-foot home in Greenwich, Connecticut. Claire’s sister Abby would be going, of course, with her perfect husband Andrew and her two perfect children, four-year-old Andrew Junior, nicknamed Drew Drew, and six-year-old Skylar. Claire could picture them now; Drew Drew in his Rachel Riley polo shirt and crisp khakis, Skylar in Lily Pulitzer. The beautiful, perfect family, poster children for prosperity and happiness. Claire didn’t want to be around all the glossy perfection, not when she fell so short of the mark. So, she’d hole up in Ledstow, in Yorkshire, reading books and marking essays, enjoying the luxuries of solitude and quiet, a bottle of wine, and a roaring fire. It sounded like bliss. It also sounded like”
― Kate Hewitt, A Yorkshire Christmas

“Someone once told me that relationships are always unequal; one person loves the other more.”
― Kate Hewitt, And Then He Fell

“I saw him, but now it’s shattered completely and there will be no putting it together again. I can live with that. I won’t have to for long.”
― Kate Hewitt, A Mother's Goodbye

“A lump forms in my throat, even after two years. I feel like I should be past it now, I should be able to move on a little more. My mother’s death, two years on, shouldn’t make me cry, but in these unguarded moments I feel like I could sob. I miss her. I need her.”
― Kate Hewitt, The Secrets We Keep

“How many people stop and really stare into someone’s eyes, never mind actually say something important and real? So much of life is about skimming, and I was okay with that. It felt like enough. It was enough; it was all I needed. Who needs to debate the meaning of life every day of the week? Who needs to confess to their brokenness and jagged pain? Who wants to?”
― Kate Hewitt, The Secrets We Keep