The children either become like their parents or else they flee in the opposite direction.
Let your deeds be your bond, not your promises and cajolery.
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
Deeds may speak more compellingly than words,but I believe words have their place too. A man who has both is gifted indeed.
All that remained were poignant memories, and she must face reality, not live on dreams.
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.
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.
Without the light the beauty remains hidden, Gofrid said. But it is always there.
There were some parts of himself that he would probably never find because he dared not go looking for them in the shadows where she had cast them.
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 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...
It alters you irrevocably when you reach 30 years old and
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...
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.
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.
[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...