Natasha Lester > Quotes

“she could make women feel stronger and bolder and more courageous, as they would need to be through these dark times.”
― Natasha Lester, The Paris Seamstress

“She ran straight into Leo’s open arms, unable to stop the tears from falling, feeling at last defended, like a single musical note that had finally found the symphony to which it belonged.”
― Natasha Lester, Her Mother's Secret

“For four years we spied and we worked damn hard and we saved people's lives and we made a difference and nobody cared too much that we were women. And then it all ended. Went backward, even.”
― Natasha Lester, The Three Lives of Alix St Pierre

“When you awaken in the morning’s hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry; I am not there. I did not die.”
― Natasha Lester, The Paris Seamstress

“Getting started on writing a book isn't as hard as it sounds. You don't need a plan and an outline. In fact, all you need are two things: time and one idea.”
― Natasha Lester

“He always said it wasn’t love if you wouldn’t give up everything for the other. Otherwise it was just a flame, not worth the candle it was lit upon.” And every time he said that, he’d look at my grandmother and she would turn away and her eyes would be full of tears and I would think it was because he’d moved so far away from her but now I’m not so sure, Fabienne thought but didn’t say.”
― Natasha Lester, The Paris Seamstress

“Mothers worry too much these days. You love your children, and they know you love them. Simply being present doesn’t make them feel more loved.”
― Natasha Lester, The Paris Secret

“I would. Our childhoods, while parallel, were nothing alike.” “They were exactly the same,” Skye said, temper flaring. “I have to go. I have work to do.” That afternoon, as she flew through a sky the color of the Cornish sea—a deep, fathomless blue—one thought whirled through Skye’s head like a blizzard: she and Liberty told two such different versions of the same story. Whose was right? Perhaps Liberty was just trying to take away the one thing they shared beyond their surname—their history. But if they didn’t even have a past, then what would tether them together now and in the future? Don’t think about it, she told herself. Liberty’s childish kicking had simply been replaced by exasperating behavior designed to goad the other party into lashing out. And as usual, Skye had managed to do something she regretted: storm off. There was no point dwelling on it. The next time she saw her sister, Liberty was sure to have moved on to some other provocation.”
― Natasha Lester, The Paris Secret

“because I want to be; I”
― Natasha Lester, The Paris Seamstress

“She wanted someone for whom she was the sea and the sky and the entire universe as well.”
― Natasha Lester, The Paris Secret

“am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry; I am not there, I did not die.”
― Natasha Lester, The Paris Seamstress

“The prospect of death changed everything, made all the ordinary rules of restraint and politeness fall away, made beautiful moments into precious keepsakes, made the future, once taken for granted, seem extraordinary.”
― Natasha Lester, The Paris Seamstress

“There are certain sacrifices that will never be repaid.”
― Natasha Lester, The Paris Secret

“There is nothing quite the same as the love of a grandchild for a grandparent.”
― Natasha Lester, The Paris Secret

“She slipped off her shoes and tossed them onto the ground, grabbed hold of the tree, gaining a foothold on the lowest branch and then the next.”
― Natasha Lester, A Kiss from Mr Fitzgerald

“The blossom trees extended their jewelled fingers into the sky and petals drifted down to wreath Evelyn's hair.”
― Natasha Lester, A Kiss from Mr Fitzgerald

“A few heartbeats. That was life. A heartbeat, followed by another heartbeat. A breath, followed by another breath. One moment followed another moment, until you reached the last one.”
― Natasha Lester, The Paris Secret

“Young people never talk about what matters,” Estella scolded. “Everyone’s too busy protecting their own hearts to do what’s best for them. I sometimes think you all need to go back seventy years and see how we used to get along when we had no other way to communicate besides speaking to one another. To a time when courage was saved for things that mattered, rather than simply being open about your feelings. It might do you all a world of good.”
― Natasha Lester, The Paris Seamstress

“wouldn’t have been sent back to England if I was a man who’d been driven to”
― Natasha Lester, The Paris Orphan

“She touched her chest but found no pain, yet the pain was more excruciating than anything she had felt before.”
― Natasha Lester, The Paris Secret

“next”
― Natasha Lester, The Paris Seamstress

“Lucky you’re not a cat.”
― Natasha Lester, The Paris Seamstress

“-I feel like I'm a thousand years old, Skye.”
― Natasha Lester, The Paris Secret

“-You know, in a way, you haven't changed at all and that takes me from the present back to the past. But in other ways, you are another person, completely different.”
― Natasha Lester, The Paris Secret

“watching it kick up its heels and cancan across the worktable. She ran her hand over it, feeling both softness and sensuality, like rose petals and naked skin. ‘What’s your”
― Natasha Lester, The Paris Seamstress

“Through the window of Evie's bedroom at the Whitman's the next morning, Central Park sparkled with dew like a Tiffany's diamond.”
― Natasha Lester, A Kiss from Mr Fitzgerald

“Helping others for no reward whatsoever, but in the hope of achieving a greater good. I wonder if people like that exist anymore?”
― Natasha Lester, The Paris Seamstress

“Mothers were the gold light in a gray day, the gentle hum on an otherwise too-silent night, the scent of violets when all else was rank.”
― Natasha Lester, The Paris Seamstress

“-But you don't want to escape from here? You don't have to want to. But I, for one, need to know that I can go anywhere I want when I'm old enough.”
― Natasha Lester, The Paris Secret

“Rabbits hopped out of the way, their cottony tails bobbing like bits of fallen cloud.”
― Natasha Lester, A Kiss from Mr Fitzgerald