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...
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...
You are wise, Mama. The price of experience, she said. I wish I had been wiser when I was younger.
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 kind of a promise ?One that only a fool asks of a madman
We must all sleep alone in the tomb, my love, but in life we are joined as one flesh - as our children attest.
The children either become like their parents or else they flee in the opposite direction.
Not all that is plain is dross,
Let your deeds be your bond, not your promises and cajolery.
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...
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.
All that remained were poignant memories, and she must face reality, not live on dreams.
She had made a bargain with Rolf
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Know we argued—at times I hated him—but I loved him too, and he was always there. Now there is a hole and I cannot bear to look at it, yet neither can I bear to cover it with earth.