Scowling with worry. Come at once, he’s
Riding
Loving a woman and loving his child is enough,
Bowl,
And publishing. To take a thought and work on it, to render it into the clearest form possible, and then to send it out into the world – this is work so precious and so joyful that I am not surprised...
You look as if you would eat me up, he says. I would, I say. I cannot think how to sate my desire for you. I think I will have to keep you prisoner here and eat you up in little cutlets, day after day...
You have to have faith that you are doing God's will. Sometimes you will not understand. Sometimes you will doubt. But if you are doing God's will, you can't be wrong, you can't go wrong.
You don’t get to be a favorite at a tyrant’s court without beheading your principles every day.
Where will you go? To the safest place in London, he says with a rueful smile. A place that loved your husband and will never forgive Duke Richard for betraying him. The only honest business in London...
Where have I offended you? I take God and all the world to witness that I have been to you a true, humble and obedient wife. These twenty years and more I have been your true wife, and by me you have...
When you raise a child and he becomes a man, you start to think that he is safe,
Uzela sam knjige, misleći da ću iz njih trgati po nekoliko stranica, spaljivati ih dio po dio. Prva knjiga, napisana na latinskom, rastvorila mi se u ruci. Zgrabila sam debeli snop mekih stranica. Pre...
To save my son, I would plot with the devil himself.
Though the leaves fall from the trees like brown tears, for him everything must be as green as fresh grass, as white as May blossom, as if to convince us all that the seasons are upside down and we ar...
This child could not command a pet dove.Harsh but true, lol!
There is nothing but the gleam of mysterious light—not dawn and yet not starlight—where the unlit earth meets the night-black sky, and the only sound is the haunting call of the owls.
The two women look at each other and in both faces there is a glimpse of the girls that they were. A little smile warms Margaret’s face and Jacquetta’s eyes are filled with love. It is as if the years...
The sons of York will destroy each other, one brother destroying another, uncles devouring nephews, fathers beheading sons. They are a house which has to have blood, and they will shed their own if th...
The mown grass is growing again nearly to our knees; we will take a second crop of hay from this field, rich and green and starred with moon daisies, buttercups and the bright, blowsy heads of poppies...
The king smiled at Anne. She dropped him a curtsy straight down, like a bucket in a well, head up, and a small challenging smile on her lips. The king was not taken, he liked easy women, he liked smil...