“ Thus we use our supposed knowledge of others to speak on their behalf, and condemn them for their words we ourselves put in their silent mouths. Margaret George
“ I will even not rant about treachery. I was brought up in a sea of treachery and deceit and betrayal. I swam in it like perch in the Nile. I am completely at home in it. I shall not drown. Margaret George
“ I loved him so, even his past was precious to me. I found myself kissing each mark, thinking, taking him further and further back to a time when he had known no disappointments, no battles, no wounds… Margaret George
“ The cure for a broken heart is simple, my lady. A hot bath and a good night's sleep. Margaret George
“ I did not worry about what a man or woman personally believed, but the nation's official religion should be outwardly practiced by all its citizens. A religion was a political statement. Being a Calvi… Margaret George
“ Defeat I can endure with cheerfulness, my lady. But betrayal is like taking the wind from my sails, or the earth from beneath my feet. It chills my spirits like a rainy day, and all I can do is draw t… Margaret George
“ So I learned two things that night, and the next day, from him: the perfection of a moment, and the fleeting nature of it. Margaret George
“ You must bear losses like a soldier, the voice told me, bravely and without complaint, and just when the day seems lost, grab your shield for another stand, another thrust forward. That is the junctur… Margaret George
“ Lying in bed, half-covered by the blankets, I would drowsily ask why he had come to my door that night long ago. It had become a ritual for us, as it does for all lovers: where, when, why? remember...… Margaret George
“ The moment was all we truly had: a succession of moments, a triumphal march of them, to create a life beyond compare. Margaret George
“ Some things can be recovered. Some things can be restored. But some lost things, we seek forever. Margaret George
“ I embrace Fate like a lover. All my life, Fate has wished to be my lover and tried to govern me. Now I turn to submit to his embraces. Margaret George
“ Perhaps life is like an hour glass, with dear ones the sand that slips from the upper glass--the earth--into the second--eternity. Margaret George
“ Mary watched the sunset from her carriage window, realizing that such beauty could never last. Life was a golden glory that faded in the wink of an eye. Life was a village fair that only lasted for a… Margaret George
“ Jesus saw the eternal in the everyday. Your last day on earth should be spent as you spent all your others-- doing your daily tasks with love and honesty... An ordinary day is, perhaps, the most holy… Margaret George
“ I realized then how odd it must seem to them to be summoned by a woman. Roman women were at home quietly minding their business or else doing what wives were known to do in joke and song: boss, nag, f… Margaret George
“ One always imagines that the days that change one’s life must be marked with something extraordinary in nature—storms and lightning, darkness at noon, and so on. In truth they are indistinguishable fr… Margaret George
“ I had a desire to see something besides my own shores, if only to be content to return to them someday. If I wish to live in my native land and love her, it should not be out of ignorance. Margaret George
