Miramont's Ghost Quotes

“The music had carried her away, to another time and another place, when she was young and in love and the future still sparkled with possibility.”
― Elizabeth Hall, Miramont's Ghost

“Having family does not ensure that one won’t be lonely.”
― Elizabeth Hall, Miramont's Ghost

“dissipated in the cool air, ghosts of sound, lingering in the periphery of light and shadow. The sun had set. Shadows crept across the room. But Adrienne stared straight ahead, lost in a trance of remembering. The music had carried her away, to another time and another place, when she was young and in love and the future still sparkled with possibility.”
― Elizabeth Hall, Miramont's Ghost

“Seems to be a common malady, this growing older.”
― Elizabeth Hall, Miramont's Ghost

“She thought she had managed to put all that away from her; she thought she had become adept at living with seclusion and silence. Now the force of her solitude threatened to knock her to her knees.”
― Elizabeth Hall, Miramont's Ghost

“Memories of her dream came back, enveloping her like the gray of a rainy day.”
― Elizabeth Hall, Miramont's Ghost

“She turned all her skills, all her power, manipulation, and control, to their only son, Julien. He was thirteen when his father died, devastated by the loss. Marie was determined that he, too, would become a diplomat, and return her to her rightful place at the tables of European power. Julien did as he was told. He studied in Paris, did well in school. And just as he neared the fulfillment of her dream, Julien, too, suddenly rebelled.”
― Elizabeth Hall, Miramont's Ghost

“in the most beneficial way, but the air was thick”
― Elizabeth Hall, Miramont's Ghost

“one hand, the other still clamped on Adrienne’s mouth. He pulled the covers back, yanked her gown up, and pushed himself on”
― Elizabeth Hall, Miramont's Ghost

“Grand-père examined the two”
― Elizabeth Hall, Miramont's Ghost

“My name is Adrienne. I am from France. This is my husband, Gerard Devereux.” She allowed herself to picture the two of them, walking up the street in Manitou, visiting the Iron Springs, talking to the other couples as they sat under the portico. An ordinary couple. An ordinary day. She glanced down and saw Julien standing on the corner of the street just below the castle. He was speaking to a group of women, his two big dogs straining against their”
― Elizabeth Hall, Miramont's Ghost

“remembering. The music had carried her away, to another time and another place, when she was young and in love and the future still sparkled with possibility. Somewhere on the hillside a dog barked and jolted her from her reverie. Adrienne turned her head toward the window, filled now with the blue dark of evening. She stood and moved to the glass and stared out into the dusk. Color faded from the sky. Stars winked in the canyons. Lights in the houses on the hillside flickered to life, bathing the windows with gold and spilling out into the streets. She could hear them—families gathering”
― Elizabeth Hall, Miramont's Ghost

“poised over the now-silent keys. The notes of the night serenade dissipated in the cool air, ghosts of sound, lingering in the periphery of light and shadow. The sun had set. Shadows crept across the room. But Adrienne stared straight ahead, lost in a trance of remembering. The music had carried her away, to”
― Elizabeth Hall, Miramont's Ghost

“experienced in far too long. But as soon as the little girl turned away, as soon as that connection was broken, Adrienne was flooded once more with the weight of her isolation. She thought she had managed to put all that away from her; she thought she had become adept at living with seclusion and silence. Now the force of her solitude threatened to knock her to her knees. She ached with longing—a longing she had not felt for many, many years. The pine trees were completely black now, only silhouettes against the almost-black sky. Shades of gray filled the streets, as if all of”
― Elizabeth Hall, Miramont's Ghost

“bathing the windows with gold and spilling out into the streets. She could hear them—families gathering for dinner, plates clattering on the table. She could smell what they ate—garlic and tomato in the house below her, chicken with rosemary at the house across the street. The little girl who lived in the blue house on the corner rode up and dropped her bike on the sidewalk. She turned and looked up at the castle, and for a moment, their eyes locked on one another. The girl stared for an instant longer, and then ran up the steps and in the front door of her”
― Elizabeth Hall, Miramont's Ghost

“Francolon was proud of having helped bring the Denver and Rio Grande Railroad into Española, New Mexico, close to his parish.”
― Elizabeth Hall, Miramont's Ghost

“concerns about Marie had vanished, dissolved by the”
― Elizabeth Hall, Miramont's Ghost

“something-or-other.”
― Elizabeth Hall, Miramont's Ghost

“And now this. I lied to you. And nothing will ever be the same.” He had tried to swallow his own anger at what she had done, to go to her, to reassure her, but she had pushed him away, shaking her head, her face sloppy with tears. She turned and fled from the room. The comte exhaled slowly, his eyes back on the storm outside the window. He could remember turning, the tension still thick in the air of the room, and seeing the dark eyes of Marie. She and”
― Elizabeth Hall, Miramont's Ghost

“The notes of the night serenade dissipated in the cool air, ghosts of sound, lingering in the periphery of light and shadow.”
― Elizabeth Hall, Miramont's Ghost

“acquiesce.”
― Elizabeth Hall, Miramont's Ghost

“Marie’s life”
― Elizabeth Hall, Miramont's Ghost

“She wanted to tell him what it felt like to be left out, not quite accepted by anyone around her. She wanted to tell him that she was just as isolated, in this huge château and all this family, as if she’d been completely alone. That maybe, in some ways, it was worse than being alone. She had been judged and found defective for almost as long as she could remember, and it hammered at her relentlessly.”
― Elizabeth Hall, Miramont's Ghost

“Diplomacy has much more to do with restraint, I think, than with speaking.”
― Elizabeth Hall, Miramont's Ghost

“she had gone to unbelievable lengths”
― Elizabeth Hall, Miramont's Ghost

“She had been judged and found defective for almost as long as she could remember, and it hammered at her relentlessly.”
― Elizabeth Hall, Miramont's Ghost

“began to cough, a horrid, crackling cough that wracked”
― Elizabeth Hall, Miramont's Ghost