Elizabeth Chadwick Quotes

Not all that is plain is dross,

Perhaps the most important lesson I have learned is to embrace the small pleasures and turn them into lasting memories.

Sometimes a river runs on the surface, and sometimes it runs underground, but always it is present. Even if you do not see it, you can feel it.

The darkest prisons were those of the mind.

The rain whispered down, soft as the touch of cobwebs, shrouding the green of the land in swathes of clinging grey. Maude had grown accustomed to the damp climate, to the clouds that constantly swept...

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.

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.

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.

[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...

It would be all right. Not the same, not unchanged, but all right

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...

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...

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...

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...

Done was done and could not be changed, but the future was a different matter.

For a man who professed to love God, he was filled with the vinegar of hatred and self-righteousness.

She had become an expert at wearing masks, so much so that sometimes it was difficult to find her true self beneath the layers:

That you should choose your battles wisely. You cannot fight everything and win. Sometimes the price of losing is beyond what you can afford to pay, but that applies to winning as well.

The language of power was exercised in more than just words. It was presence and thought; it was gesture and timing.

The light was muted gray in the moment before sunrise and the birdsong was a hymn to the new day and all the glorious business of living in the moment.