Mary Higgins Clark Quotes

Funny, when you finally faced reality, it was amazing how clearly you could see things.

When someone is mean to me, I just make them a victim in my next book.

live your life as if you may lose everything.

It's funny how, even long after you've accepted the grief of losing someone you love and truly have gotten on with your life, every once in a while something comes up that plays "gotcha," and for a moment or tow the car tissue seperates and the wound is raw again.

Approach your lives as if they were novels, with their own heroes, villains, red herrings, and triumphs

Never judge a book by its cover, especially when the book is a person, was the lesson.

If you want to be happy for a year, win the lottery. If you want to be happy for life, love what you do.

you can love a person without loving everything about that person.

Our children begin by loving us; as they grow up they judge us; sometimes they forgive us.

The two more useless words in the English language - Don't worry.

better to ask for forgiveness than permission.

Get what you get honestly. Use what you get frugally. That’s the way to live comfortably And die honorably.

In her room death would come as a friend, a friend with cool gentle hands . . .

one person’s idea of live-and-let-live is another person’s definition of betrayal,

I don’t think there is any book that can’t teach you something, even if it is how not to tell a story.

Sometimes it's enough just to know that if you believe hard enough and long enough, your wishes can come true.

If it's meant to be, it will happen naturally.

I’ve been very active in a lot of charities because I firmly believe that much is expected of those to whom much has been given

When the fever of life is over and our work is done… may He give us a safe lodging and a holy rest and peace at the last.

Keegi ei ole nii pime kui see, kes ei taha näha.

We weep for what we may never lose

Exposed to the world for what she was; numbed with worry and fear; trying to answer the question... The same question the police had thrown at her over and over seven years ago.....Where are the Children?

The key to success is the plan your work and work your plan.

Did you listen to that tape? It makes me sound terrible.

Be a loyal friend. Be a kind person. Work hard. And choose to be happy.

The past has its own plans. And more often than not, the past finds a way into the here and now.

Maybe if I sat among these happy people, their lives would rub off on mine,

The heart has reasons of which reason knows nothing.

I don’t want to judge you or anything, but other mothers don’t talk about murder at the dinner table.

Regret because you really can’t control your life. Most of the time you don’t act; you react.

From the vanity in her bathroom she took her seldom-used cosmetic case. The image of her mother in her shell-pink dressing gown, so naturally pretty, so endearingly maternal, telling her to put on eyeshadow brought at last the scalding tears she had forced back for Laurie's sake.

The best answer I’ve heard came in a sermon given by an elderly priest many years ago. He was traveling in the Middle East and was overwhelmed by the majesty of the Persian rugs he saw. Those gorgeous creations so skillfully woven into such beautiful designs. One day he was in a shop where those rugs were on display. He walked behind one that was hanging on hooks from the ceiling. Looking at it from behind, he was shocked to behold a confusing array of threads that led nowhere. Such beauty on one side, total disharmony on the other, but both part of the same plan. It was then that the message became clear to him. In this life we see only the back side of the rug. We don’t know how or why our unspeakable hardships are part of a beautiful design. That is why having faith is so important.

and beeping, obviously sure that I was either too stupid or too deaf to hear the racket.

I am reading now "Where Are You Now

Get what you get honestly. Use what you get frugally. That’s the way to live comfortably, and die honorably.

and whispered, “Are you okay? We can take a break.” She shook her head. “No, I’m okay. Please, Detective

what she perceived to be his condescending

God works in mysterious ways, he thought with a sign.

beginning it was a well-planned pyramid

I was at his house.

but he didn’t kid himself. Seventeen years was too long

He never took his eyes off my face as I told him about Mack,

I’ll see if the director is available.

We both know that the people who do bad things often had something bad done to them. It's a vicious cycle.

think he got a bum rap.

Do you make it a habit to go through Sarah's diaries?" The look Laurie gave him was pure pity. "You're the one who wants to know what everyone is thinking. What makes you better?

Hello,” he said. “Tom?” A whoop of joy. “Alice, where are you? Are you all right?” “Never better, Tom. And you?

Never better, Tom. And you?

Looking at it from behind, he was shocked to behold a confusing array of threads that led nowhere. Such beauty on one side, total disharmony on the other, but both part of the same plan. It was then that the message became clear to him. In this life we see only the back side of the rug. We don’t know how or why our unspeakable hardships are part of a beautiful design. That is why having faith is so important.

you’ll be your usual overbearing self.” Min smiled wanly and allowed him to lead her toward the bedroom. His arm was still around her, she was half-leaning against him. Her head fitted into the crook of his shoulder.

He was the author of a best-selling book emphasizing homeopathic remedies, stress reduction, and physical therapy as a means to reduce physical pain, advocating prescription drugs and surgical intervention only as last resorts.

If you like cool, funny entertainment, you might like this one. It's a first novel by a local author." She handed him a copy of Practical Demonkeeping. "A very different kind of buddy novel. I thought it was hilarious." "You're reading me like a book." The guy shook his head as if embarrassed by his own lame joke. Then he looked over at Blythe. Natalie saw his gaze move swiftly over her mother's red V-neck sweater and short skirt. "How can you tell that's exactly what would make me happy?" he asked. Oh boy. He was flirting. Guys did that a lot with her mom. She was super pretty, and Natalie knew it wasn't only because Mom was her mom and all kids thought their moms were pretty. Even her snottiest friends like Kayla said Blythe looked like a model. Like Julia Roberts. Plus, her mom had a knack for dressing cool and being social---she could talk to anyone and make them like her. Also, she had a superpower, which was on full display right now. She had the ability to see a person for the first time and almost instantly know what book to recommend. She was really smart and had also read every book ever written, or so it seemed to Natalie. She could talk to high school kids about Ivanhoe and Silas Marner. She ran a mystery discussion group. She could tell people the exact day the new Mary Higgins Clark novel would come out. She knew which kids would only ever read Goosebumps books, no matter what, and she knew which kids would try something else, like Edward Eager or Philip Pullman. Sometimes people didn't know anything about the book they were searching for except "It's blue with gold page edges" and her mom would somehow figure it out.

Pasaré por casa de Kate. Cuando muere un ser querido los amigos vienen a verte los dos primeros días, pero es después del entierro cuando la persona que permanece en esta vida se da cuenta de que nunca volverá a ver esa cara ni oír esa voz. Es entonces cuando los amigos son realmente necesarios.

The defendant. For three weeks, everyone in this courtroom had referred to her as “the defendant.” Not Casey. Not her given name, Katherine Carter. Certainly not Mrs. Hunter Raleigh III, the name she would have taken by now if everything had been different. In this room, she’d been treated as a legal term, not as a real person, a person who had loved Hunter more deeply than she’d ever thought possible.

Her mother had once explained to her, “We’d been married fifteen years and I’d given up hope of ever having a baby, but when I was thirty-seven I knew you were on the way. Like a gift. Then eight years later when Laurie was born—oh, Sarah, it was a miracle!” When she was in the second grade, Sarah remembered asking Sister Catherine which was better, a gift or a miracle? “A miracle is the greatest gift a human being can receive,” Sister Catherine had said. That afternoon, when Sarah suddenly began to cry in class, she fibbed and said it was because her stomach was sick.

closed her computer. She felt herself breathing rapidly. I was going to be okay, she thought, if Lady Em had died in her sleep. That’s what old people do. If they’re right and she was murdered, will that change the way they look at me? It might provide cover for me and Ralphie. The article had said that the Cleopatra necklace was missing. That means the killer probably got into Lady Em’s safe. Unless he’s caught, nobody will know how much jewelry or which pieces were stolen. If I’m asked, I can say that Lady Em used to make copies of various pieces of her jewelry. She brought a number of legitimate pieces and a number of copies on the trip. The thief must have taken some of the good stuff and left the junk. Brenda was now feeling infinitely better. That also explains the guard at the door of her suite and not letting me in, she thought. The ship was trying to cover up the murder

Commissioner Farley has had a major heart attack. He may not make it. He wants to see his grandson now.” Bruno was a good actor. He stared straight into the young counselor’s eyes. “We’ve been warned to take particular care of Timmy,” Toby said,

Alexander McCall Smith, Janet Evanovich, John Grisham, Mary Higgins Clark, Robert Crais, C. J. Box, Diane Mott Davidson, James Lee Burke, and Laura Lippman, but there were also fresh names, wonderful writers all, Mary Saums, Dorothy Howell, David Fuller, Charles Finch, Megan Abbott, Christopher Fowler, Patricia Briggs, Deanna Raybourn, and Donis Casey.

The ones who are innocent help because they trust us. And the ones who aren’t so innocent pretend to trust us because they’re afraid of looking guilty.

trasladado a la costa Oeste. La interiorista encargada de que el piso de Alex fuera decorado con gusto le había aconsejado que contratara a Ramón cuando vio que Alex pasaba tanto tiempo en el trabajo que a menudo tenía que comprarse camisetas nuevas porque se le amontonaba la colada. El piso de Alex en Beekman Place, con vistas al East River, tenía seis estancias, más las dependencias del servicio; demasiadas para un soltero. Pero disponía de espacio suficiente para un salón en el que reunir a sus amigos, para un despacho, para Ramón y para el hermano menor de Alex, Andrew, un abogado mercantil de Washington capital que lo visitaba con frecuencia. En

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I’m always in before nine, Glady,” Lane said, amused, “and you know it. Or if you want, I could meet you at her apartment?” She knew that that would bring a definite no. Glady liked the image of herself being followed by an assistant who was carrying sketches, swatches, and books of antique furniture and carpets.

It had always been like this, even when she was a child. And now, fifty-five years old, happily married for thirty-two years, with one child, beautiful and gifted nineteen-year-old Susan, Rosemary could not be anything but a constant worrier, a living Cassandra. Something is going to go wrong.

glass of juice and a bowl of cornflakes, and hopefully was now

asked? That letter you mailed seemed pretty

I never imagined I would lose him, she thought. Never.

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prior planning prevents poor performance. Andrew would

That was when he knew he had to get a job somehow on the Powell estate to allow him to be there without arousing suspicion. He drove past Powell’s property and observed the oversized truck with the PERFECT ESTATES sign on it. He looked up the company and applied for a job. As a kid he had worked for a landscaper and picked up everything he needed to know about the job. It didn’t take a genius to mow a lawn or clip hedges and bushes or to plant flowers in the places pointed out by the boss.

He was certain that Lydia Levitt’s murder had something to do with Under Suspicion. •  •  • When sunlight broke through his bedroom blinds the next morning, Leo realized that he had not slept, but he had made a decision. He reached for the phone on his nightstand and called Laurie. “Dad? Is everything okay?” It was always the first thing she asked if he called too late at night, too early in the morning, or too many times in a row. “You said you were worried about Timmy given the production schedule in California.” “Of course I’m worried. I’ll figure something out, though. I always do. I can fly home on weekends. Maybe we can set up a Skype schedule, though I know that videoconferencing isn’t the same as really being together.” He could tell he was not the only one who had spent the night worrying. “That won’t be necessary,” he said. “We’ll go with you. Timmy

When Daddy didn’t answer, I knew that something was wrong. Mariah thought back to that seemingly endless drive from Greenwich Village as she had rushed to New Jersey that night.

are sworn, you will be asked to state your name. I know ‘Lange’ is your stage name. Be sure to tell the jury your legal name is LaSalle. Let’s review your testimony again. “You will be asked if you lived with your sister.” “No, when I left college I got my own apartment.” “Are your parents living?” “No, my mother died three years after Leila and I came to New York, and I never knew my father.” “Now let’s review again your testimony, starting with the day before the murder.” “I had been out of town for three months with a stock company. . . . I got in on Friday night, March twenty-eighth, just in time to catch the last preview of Leila’s play.” “How did you find your sister?” “She was obviously under a terrible strain; she kept forgetting her lines. Her performance was a shambles. Between

She did look sad. Not sad, exactly,

key in the other direction and pushed the door open. It parted a few

If only we could bring all the kids home. If only we could rid the world of all the predators.

Norton’s law practice is down to dog bites and the kind of divorces that involve splitting the pickup truck and the secondhand car.

He was well dressed, good looking in an upscale sort of way, so she felt no sense of insecurity.

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There was a strength in Nancy, a directness that wouldn’t tolerate evasion.

she vaguely remembered chatting with an attractive fiftyish redhead in the elevator, who had asked for her business

Happiness, he believed, required honesty. Happiness could be messy and even painful. If you never feel pain, how do you appreciate its absence? If you're never afraid, how do you know comfort?

Back when we were kids, the experts thought kids were protected if they couldn't access their most damaging memories. But now they know suppressed memories can cause all kinds of problems as an adult- anxiety, depression, PTSD, amnesia...

long as one never forgot how to live without

He sincerely believed that the closest one could come to objective truth was reading and listening and trying to understand as many viewpoints as possible.

This is crazy. We’re talking about one of our closest friends.

was a hit!

C’est fou, quand on a huit ans, il n’y a rien de tel qu’une pizza pepperoni pour vous rendre heureux.

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Those wedding magazines pollute a woman’s brain: designer dresses, thousands of flowers, and so much tulle! It’s too much.

She had no idea that less than two miles away, a man was Googling her on his computer, learning more about her life and wondering when to make his next move.

What kind of person hates dogs? What’s wrong with him? That’s an automatic swipe left.

BOLO was shorthand for “Be On the Look Out” for.

you can’t keep eating pancakes with chocolate and powdered sugar on them for the rest of your life. Thirty years from now, you’ll understand why your mom’s eating fish, and I’m pretending to enjoy this turkey bacon that tastes like paper.

She said she felt like Claudia Kincaid in From the Mixed-Up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler.

She never wanted Robbie to feel entitled because he was a boy, and she never wanted Vanessa to feel limited because she was a girl.

Island and back on the day of the kidnapping. Leo decided that if Summer had an explanation for the travel, she might actually be telling the truth. If she didn’t, they