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.
You are wise, Mama. The price of experience, she said. I wish I had been wiser when I was younger.
Do not dwell in denial; I dwell in hope.
Although she was in a fine humour and good spirits, she needed to recuperate. She was like a fine candle without enough wax to sustain the wick.
Embrace the small pleasures and turn them into lasting memories. 31 The Alps, Winter 1190–1 Alienor and Berenguela pushed on with their journey, stopping at nightfall to claim hospitality at monasteri...
Sometimes love strikes like lightning, and its power is as blinding. Other times it comes gently, creeps up on you unawares and covers you like a blanket.
Your enemies have neither the proof nor the backbone to stand against you, but say something often enough in vulnerable ears and incredulity turns to belief.
Chretien speaking to Dominic:'Magda is no ordinary young woman. There is a blood price on her head way beyond that upon any Cathar, indeed way beyond mine. I advise you most strongly to think with you...
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.
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...
Let your deeds be your bond, not your promises and cajolery.
I did everything I could. Tears scalded Alienor’s eyes. But it was not enough.
Going anywhere, he said. Sleep. He held and stroked her. Things could never be the same, but to be shown the light in the darkness was a wondrous gift from God and he was determined to follow it and f...
I have missed you beyond all reason, and that there is not a kissing bunch large enough in that hall to show you how much
I've not come this far, fought this hard, loved this much to lose it all before the feast has even begun.
You fit well into the hollow of my shoulder
[In reference to King John] But his moods are fickle and he trusts no one. He wants others to love him and he tries to make them do it, but he's watching them all the time.She moved round to face him...
Did he think to win them over like this? She remembered the boyish charm he had once possessed and wondered where it had gone. Perhaps like a bag of gold dust with an open top, the winds of time had s...
What kind of a promise ?One that only a fool asks of a madman
She never knew from one moment to the next how he was going to behave toward her and therefore she constantly had to adjust her balance. It was exhausting.
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