Philippa Gregory Quotes

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 must use what you have,' he says, the advice of a good man to a whore for time immemorial. 'You must use what you are allowed.

You will be the mother of the next King of England, she declares. The red rose and the white, a rose without a thorn. You will have a son, and we will call him Arthur of England. She takes my hands. T...

You’ve always been one of many, she said brutally. There are dozens of us Howard girls, all with good breeding, all well taught, all pretty, all young, all fertile. They can throw one after another on...

All that I learn just teaches me that I know nothing.

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...

Bowl,

Loving a woman and loving his child is enough,

Might be that marriage was not the death of a woman and the end of her true self, but the unfolding of her. It might be that a woman could be a wife without having to cut the pride and the spirit out...

Ordered

Pilgrims and swore an oath? Who rang the

Pillion saddle on Archibald’s horse and a man-at-arms lifts

Pure beauty, shining among the other girls

Scowling with worry. Come at once, he’s

See her hesitating at the threshold as if she cannot bear to leave him, and I give her a smile, and I stretch out my hand and rest it lightly on her son’s shoulder, a gentle proprietorial touch. Good...

The greater the noise the less the deeds. And grand announcements do not mean great doings. Let

Them generally

Them till the very last moment, and then what did I do but protect the family from

Too weak

When i first saw him i thought he was as beautiful as a knight from the romances, like a troubadour, like a poet. I thought i could be like a lady in a tower and he could sing beneath my window andper...