Best 16 quotes of Anya Seton on MyQuotes

As I grew up I got cynical. I'd see Mother enthusiastic and involved with charlatans. Numerologists and astrologists who charged five hundred dollars for a 'reading' which was so vague you could twist the meaning any way you wanted.

A woman with opinions had better develop a thick skin and a loud voice.

Her lips were drawn to his like a moth to a flame.

I am sure that no man asks mercy and grace with true meaning, but if mercy and grace have first been given him.

I only know that from wherever it is that we're going there can be no turning back

It is seldom in life that one knows that a coming event is to be of crucial importance.

Life is malleable and the hammer is desire.

Nay, it's not the Devil been leading her astray. It's books! That girl has been nothing but trouble ever since she learned how to read.

The soul ... may have many symbols with which it reaches toward God.

Timing's mighty important. In cooking, in life, in love. If the timing goes wrong, you've got to start over. Do it right.

Truth is naturally universal...and shines into many different windows, though many are clouded.

Cease, daughter!" said the priest at last in a trembling voice. "I cannot grant absolution, no priest could...

Elizabeth knew it was a fast day, but the rumbling in her belly was harder to ignore than the grumbling of the preacher.

Miranda looked up at him through a haze of desire, her will consumed by a fierce crackling heat, just like the dry twigs of the old woman's fire.

Richard looked at the bow-tips that twinkled in the sun, the arrows being slowly notched and pointing down the field at him. He flung his head back and dug the golden spurs of knighthood into his horse's flanks. He galloped straight towards the revel lines and shouted, "So now I shall be your leader, as you wished me to!

Yes," Nicholas replied, in a bored voice. "The name is Dutch. Dragonwyck, meaning place of the dragon. It derives from an Indian legend about a flying serpent whose eyes were fire and whose flaming breath withered the corn." "Heavens!" With a light laugh, Miranda asked her new employer if the red men had sent forth a champion to do battle with the dragon. The patroon's face was dark, unsmiling. "To appease him the wise men of the tribe sacrificed a pure maiden on the rocky bluff you see above you." Miranda's laughter died. Something in Nicholas Van Ryn's cruel, handsome features made her imagine herself in the Indian maiden's place.