Philippa Gregory Quotes

His little gestures of affection, his hand in the small of her aching back, her head brushing his shoulder. When she was with child, she used to cling to him for comfort, and he was always tender with...

His weight is on me; he is pushing me down. I turn my head away but his mouth is on my neck, my breast; I am panting with desire, and then I feel, unexpectedly, a sudden rush of anger at the realizati...

Historical fiction is a hybrid, a blending of reported reality, reasonable speculation, psychological truth, and the author’s imagination.

How can I bless you when you are cursed in your choice?

How would I know? I don’t hold with prophecies and predictions and long-lost kings. I don’t have giants in my family tree, like you Nevilles. I don’t have three suns in the sky like you Yorks. I am no...

How? I murmur. It feels as if I am talking in my sleep, floating down a stream of sleep. How can I conquer the worst fear?You just decide, she says simply. Just decide that you are not going to be a f...

However much I might please Henry, he was still her boy—her lovely indulged spoilt golden boy. He might summon me or any other girl to his room, without disturbing the constant steady affection betwee...

I also felt a storm in the air. It prickled on the horizon. I felt it on my skin. The skies were clear, I could not wish for clearer. But I could feel the clouds massing against me, somewhere over the...

I am a child of the true religion and you are an infidel,’ she said, but with less conviction than she had ever felt before. ‘We are both people of faith,’ he said quietly. ‘Our enemies should be the...

I am happy; I am in his arms, my face crushed against his padded jacket, his arms around me as tight as a bear, so that I cannot breathe. When I look up into his beloved weary face, he kisses me so ha...

I am marrying the finest man I have ever known. It will cost you dear, he warns. It would be worse to lose him.

I am not a yard of ribbon. I am not a leg of ham. I am not for sale to anyone.

I am old enough to be married twice. I am old enough to be bedded without tenderness or consideration. I am old enough to face death in the confinement room and be told that my own mother--my own moth...

I am too dark in my heart tonight.

I believe that a desire and a prayer and a spell are all the same thing, I say. When you pray, you know that you want something, that’s always the first step. To let yourself know that you want someth...

I can't sleep, I can't eat, I can't do anything but think about him. At night I dream of him, all day I wait to see him, and when I do see him my heart turns over and I think I will faint with desire.

I can’t sleep, he says so quietly that only I can hear. I can’t sleep. I can’t sleep. I can’t sleep. Nor I. You neither? No. Truly? Yes. He sighs a deep sigh, as if he is relieved. Is this love then?...

I could not do it. I would not do it. I sat back on my heels with the book in my hand with the light of the fire flickering and dying down and realized that not even in mortal danger could I bring mys...

I do think your brother grows more peculiar every day,' I complain to Edward when he comes to my rooms in Whitehall Palace to escort me to dinner.'Which one?' he asks lazily. 'For you know I can do no...

I feel as if I can think only when I see the words flowing from the nib of my quill, that my thoughts make sense only when they are black ink on cream paper. I love the sensation of a thought in my he...