Elizabeth Chadwick Quotes

We must all sleep alone in the tomb, my love, but in life we are joined as one flesh - as our children attest.

What kind of a promise ?One that only a fool asks of a madman

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.

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...

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.

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.

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.

You are wise, Mama. The price of experience, she said. I wish I had been wiser when I was younger.

Because there are no winners in this sorry state of affairs. We are all losers; we are all diminished.

[A]ll the worldly trappings of kingship were worthless frippery when it came to the soul.

All that remained were poignant memories, and she must face reality, not live on dreams.

Deeds may speak more compellingly than words,but I believe words have their place too. A man who has both is gifted indeed.

I did everything I could. Tears scalded Alienor’s eyes. But it was not enough.

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,...

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 would not have you follow me, but walk at my side.

In the end, it is not the stones that matter, but the people who dwell within them.

Indeed, she had started to wonder if her blessings might be in her daughters and their progeny rather than in her sons. There was greatness in the female side of her line, and if she could nurture it...

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.

That springtime does not last forever and that the fine seasons should have their harvest gathered and stored against harsher times. That you should choose your battles wisely. You cannot fight everyt...