And what is truth, since it changes according to each individual's perception?
Talking to the knights—jesting
We must all sleep alone in the tomb, my love, but in life we are joined as one flesh - as our children attest.
To have power and contentment at the same time, that is a rare thing indeed.
Just because you forget the world does not mean that the world forgets you.
In the end, it is not the stones that matter, but the people who dwell within them.
I've not come this far, fought this hard, loved this much to lose it all before the feast has even begun.
I have memories of him that are like jewels, and others that are stones but my memories of you are always consistent, Mama. And are they jewels or stones. Alienor asked with a strained smile. Neither,...
As she prayed, she thought of Mary, holding her infant son in her lap, nurturing and sustaining him through his childhood, and then watching all that love and care dying tortured on the cross. But in...
All that remains is regret for what might have been. It is like standing in the ashes of a fire you once approached to warm your body a little, but which burned you to the bone instead. Now the ashes...
It would be all right. Not the same, not unchanged, but all right
It was easier to be angry than to examine why
Because there are no winners in this sorry state of affairs. We are all losers; we are all diminished.
You always take for granted what you have until it is gone. And then you realize how much value it truly held in your life.
Within her the core of rebellion hardened. She would dress as she chose, because clothes and appearance were part of a woman’s armor in this world whether Bernard of Clairvaux approved or not.
Why in God's name did the idiot have to drop dead when all was going so well? I could almost think he has done it to spite me.
While writing The Summer Queen, I was constantly told that Alienor was a woman ahead of her time. But my own take is that she was a woman of her time doing her best within the boundaries of what socie...
When you look at them as babies in the cradle, you never know what they are going to become, but you always hope for the best.
When the need is so great, no matter how much love you pour into a bowl, it will never be full. Or sometimes it is damaged, and the love all runs out through the hole in the bottom.
What good is having the heart of a lion if you cannot roar?