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. And
The darkest prisons were those of the mind.
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.
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.
Perhaps the most important lesson I have learned is to embrace the small pleasures and turn them into lasting memories.
It seemed as close as yesterday, and as distant as the end of the world.
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.
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.
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.
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 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.
It alters you irrevocably when you reach 30 years old and
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...