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...
[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...
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. And
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...
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.
Perhaps the most important lesson I have learned is to embrace the small pleasures and turn them into lasting memories.
For a man who professed to love God, he was filled with the vinegar of hatred and self-righteousness.
Done was done and could not be changed, but the future was a different matter.
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...
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...
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.
Alienor raised her eyebrows. I can see straight through your ruse, she said. Even if it is not plain on your face, Aimery de Niort is giving the game away. She glanced toward the young knight who was...
The world was a place where those who had power could do what they wanted and those without it were the victims. The world would try to make him its victim, so it was always best to strike first.
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...
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.
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
There was a dark satisfaction in choosing to remain wounded, yet he had seen what happened to Henry when he cut himself off from love.
The women were active, the men passive, and that made Richenza smile as she absorbed wisdom in that moment. Her grandmother had often been told she did not know her place, but truly she did.