What did Mary Stewart mean by: The sense of smell is the hair-trigger of memory. - Mary Stewart Author · Scotland Copy
+ Well, what was luck for if it was never to be tempted? Feraz Zeid, August 27, 2023December 24, 2023, Mary Stewart, Luck, Tempted, 0 - Mary Stewart Author · Scotland
+ You never know how you’ll turn out till you’ve been down to half a dollar and no prospects. Feraz Zeid, January 16, 2024January 16, 2024, Mary Stewart, Dollars, Poverty, 0 - Mary Stewart Author · Scotland
+ It does not do to neglect the gods of a place, whoever they may be. In the end, they are all one. Feraz Zeid, January 16, 2024January 16, 2024, Mary Stewart, Neglect, 0 - Mary Stewart Author · Scotland
+ I suppose one gets to know men quickest by the things they take for granted. Feraz Zeid, January 16, 2024January 16, 2024, Mary Stewart, Granted, 0 - Mary Stewart Author · Scotland
+ To plant a garden is the chief of the arts of peace. Feraz Zeid, September 24, 2023December 24, 2023, Mary Stewart, Art, Garden, Plant, 0 - Mary Stewart Author · Scotland
+ Folks will say anything, and next time round they’ll believe it. Feraz Zeid, January 16, 2024January 16, 2024, Mary Stewart, Believe, Gossip, Say Anything, 0 - Mary Stewart Author · Scotland
+ It is never wise to turn aside from knowing, however the knowing comes. Feraz Zeid, January 16, 2024January 16, 2024, Mary Stewart, Knowing, Knowledge, Wise, 0 - Mary Stewart Author · Scotland
+ The best way of forgetting how you think you feel is to concentrate on what you know you know. Feraz Zeid, January 16, 2024January 16, 2024, Mary Stewart, Forget, 0 - Mary Stewart Author · Scotland
Once, I was a master at recycling leftovers. Now I cultivate the art of simmering memories. - Jean-Dominique Bauby Journalist · France
Memory, wit, fancy, acuteness, cannot grow young again in old age, but the heart can. - Jean Paul Writer · Germany
Thinking so hard on her soft eyes and memories of the signs that it’s over. It’s over. - Jeff Buckley Singer-songwriter
The trees like lungs filling with air. My sister, the mean one, pulling my hair. - Jeffrey Eugenides Author
