Because there are no winners in this sorry state of affairs. We are all losers; we are all diminished.
You fit well into the hollow of my shoulder
You fall over, you get up again.
Without the light the beauty remains hidden, Gofrid said. But it is always there.
What good is having the heart of a lion if you cannot roar?
What did it matter if no one cared, as long as she did herself? Relying on others was a dangerous way to live, and frequently a waste of time
Weep now, but tomorrow be strong. Remember who we are and that whatever else is taken from us, they will never strip our honour and our pride.
There was a time when I thought I could change everything. I have learned the hard way that we only have so much strength: better to use it for fights where we stand a chance of winning.
It was the truth, but that made it no more palatable.
It came to him that life moved in circles like the ripples radiating from a stone cast into a pool. . . Now he was on the outer ring of the last ripple, journeying to fulfill the cycle. Or perhaps the...
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...
If her own situation was a cup of poison, then she should drink from it herself and not expect Isabel to sip.
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 did everything I could. Tears scalded Alienor’s eyes. But it was not enough.
Grief was just the moment before you tied off the thread and began the next one. That was when you made your choice about what you were going to sew next.
[A]ll the worldly trappings of kingship were worthless frippery when it came to the soul.
There is love at first sight - so the troubadours say - and there is the love that you take on piece by piece - like armouring yourself . . .' A thoughtful look crossed his face. 'Or perhaps like remo...
She knew what such grief was like and she had built her own defenses high over the years. But if you raised them too much, they became a prison and in the end you drowned with no one to hear you screa...
It would be all right. Not the same, not unchanged, but all right
[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...