Pure beauty, shining among the other girls
Wealth means nothing at all if you do not know, to the last penny, what your fortune is. You might as well be poor if you do not know what you have.
We will have to cut our coats to suit our cloth, and wait and see.
The law is what powerful men say it shall be.
The first go out to his brothers, George the golden young man, Duke of Clarence, and the youngest York boy, twelve-year-old Richard, Duke of Gloucester, who smiles shyly at me and dips his head when I...
So let me see? What do I have? Surprise! Surprise!
If everyone in Christendom ate nothing but fish on Friday, then the fishermen and their children would eat well the rest of the week.
I had never seen a woman in such despair before. It was worse than death, it was a constant longing for death and a constant rejection of life. She lived like darkness in her own day.
I feel no peace, I feel nothing. I think I will feel nothing forever.
I can tell you my heart turned to stone at York, he says to me frankly. Freezing cold wind and a rain that could cut through you, and the faces of the women like stone itself. They looked at me as if...
Men command the world that they know . Everything that men know they make their own. Everything that they learn, they claim for themselves. They are like the alchemists who took for the laws that gove...
Riding
It is easier to unleash evil than call it back again. Any fool can blow up a wind, but who can know where it will blow or when it will stop?
We're going' Anne said firmly. So soon?' Percy pleaded. 'But stars come out at night.'Then they fade at dawn', Anne replied. 'This star needs to veil herself in darkness.
Stars in the night,' he said. 'Something something something something, some delight
She did not realize, when her father claimed the throne and her brother won it, that a price must always be paid for power, and it will be paid by her as well as the rest of us. She doesn’t realize ye...
I say nothing, not one word, from beginning to end, and neither does he. If it were lawful for a woman to hate her husband, I would hate him as a rapist.
I prayed in silence that perhaps even now, the queen might have a son and might know joy like this, such a strange, unexpected joy- the happiness of caring for a child whose whole life was in my hands...
I don’t want to help, I want to hinder. I adore your hair, I like to see it loose.
I could see the condemned man, accompanied by his priest, walk slowly from the Tower toward the green where the wooden platform was waiting, the block of wood placed center stage, the executioner dres...