Why is it honesty when a man speaks his mind and madness when a woman does?
A man worthy of Eleanor of Aquitaine ought not to be susceptible to fluttering lashes, flattery, and bedazzled adoration.
We've schemed and fought and loved until we are so entangled in hearts and minds that there is no way to set us free. God help us both, Harry, for we will never be rid of each other. Not even death wi...
Poor Wales, so far from Heaven, so close to England!
…she remembered watching a summer sunset from this very spot. Not so long ago; just a lifetime.
Twilight was laying claim to the cité, and the sky was a deepening shade of lavender, spangled with stars and fleecy clouds the colour of plums.
Tonight, he said, we shall get quietly and thoroughly drunk...in memory of all that was lost. And on the morrow, I begin the struggle to win it back.
At least it was never dull, my darling. And you will be remembered long after we've all turned to dust. But so will I.
She knew she'd wounded him when he'd least expected it, and her satisfaction lasted until the door had closed behind him. Once he was gone, it ebbed away along with her anger, leaving her with naught...
Memory is merciful, Joanna, more so than man. It fades past pain, yet holds bright the colors in recalled joy.
It is not easy to be stranded between two worlds, the sad truth is that we can never feel completely comfortable in either world
If, like the Romans, he must make a desert and call it peace, so be it.
Eleanor had followed Richard, marveling, as always, at the male inability to speak the language of the heart. One day I hope to understand why men see sentiment as the ultimate enemy, she said dryly,...
Autumn that year painted the countryside in vivid shades of scarlet, saffron and russet, and the days were clear and crisp under harvest skies.
What is forgiveness worth without trust?
Richard forced him from his sickbed, broke his power, his pride. But you, John, you broke his heart. I truly wonder which be the greater sin.
Otherwise, I’d like nothing better than…conversing with you. You’re such a deep, penetrating conversationalist, after all,
It was just like him, she thought; with him, a happy ending was always a foregone conclusion. But such was the power of his faith that when she was with him; she found herself believing in happy endin...
There's not a man alive who doesn't know fear, Dickon. The brave man is the one who has learned to hide it, that's all
Men are born to sin…What does matter most, is not that we err, it is that we do benefit from our mistakes, that we are capable of sincere repentance, of genuine contrition.