Mary Calvi > Quotes

“You are capable of the impossible, for you have survived the unthinkable.”
― Mary Calvi, Dear George, Dear Mary: A Novel of George Washington's First Love

“Every daughter is her own kind of flower.”
― Mary Calvi, Dear George, Dear Mary: A Novel of George Washington's First Love

“Spring, when fragrance emerged from its cocoon, was her favorite time of year.”
― Mary Calvi, Dear George, Dear Mary: A Novel of George Washington's First Love

“I am a woman who knows a good fortune does not necessitate the yearning for a husband.”
― Mary Calvi, Dear George, Dear Mary: A Novel of George Washington's First Love

“Destiny doesn't care that we're wounded. Destiny sees through scars. All that destiny sees is light.”
― Mary Calvi, Dear George, Dear Mary: A Novel of George Washington's First Love

“Tea seeped in a silver pot embossed with the seal of the Philipse family, a lion emerging from a coronet, with its tongue sticking out of its mouth. A delicious hint of citrus combined with coconut emerged as his cup was filled three-quarters. The wisps of steam rose and curled in the sunlight coming through the window.”
― Mary Calvi, Dear George, Dear Mary: A Novel of George Washington's First Love

“George opened his heart to fall in love, in the middle of a storm, in the middle of a street, in the middle of a night.”
― Mary Calvi, Dear George, Dear Mary: A Novel of George Washington's First Love

“Today, in the open air, she watched the foal - a young one experiencing life with a mother to help guide the way, a bonding, an intimacy that would remain for a lifetime. Infancy is a splendid thing, she thought, a masterpiece of the heavens, when is born a destiny that, if allowed to flourish, will see its bestowed graces realized.”
― Mary Calvi, Dear George, Dear Mary: A Novel of George Washington's First Love

“She loved the way he touched her without even touching her.”
― Mary Calvi, Dear George, Dear Mary: A Novel of George Washington's First Love

“Each flower must emerge from the darkness to bathe in the light." Mary recalled her mother's words, as well as the emotional inflection she had used to express them. Mama had always sounded as if she were singing. If her voice had been a season, it would have been spring, for there had been such hope in Mama's words.”
― Mary Calvi, Dear George, Dear Mary: A Novel of George Washington's First Love

“His lips were calling her to where warm kisses play.”
― Mary Calvi, Dear George, Dear Mary: A Novel of George Washington's First Love