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 endings, too.
…a cynic who was still saddened whenever his jaundiced view of mankind was confirmed…
What followed was for him a very entertaining spectacle, with one of Edward’s brothers seemingly intent upon the most subtle of seductions and the other barely able to force malmsey past the gorge rising in his throat.
Removing his helmet, Edward knelt by the stream called Swillgate, a name that effectively quenched any desire to drink from its depths.
She opened her mouth, clamped it shut again. This was new, this sudden favor shown Gloucester, had been brought back with him from Burgundy like some malevolent foreign pox.
Well, dearest, what would you tell a farmer who had an over-abundant harvest? To plant less, of course!”…”I am not complaining about the frequency of the planting,” she said. “I’d just rather not reap a crop every year.
Statecraft and kingship were not for the faint of heart
We tend to forget at times that it is the little ones, the children, who do suffer the greatest hurt. If we cannot comprehend why certain sorrows are visited upon us, how on earth can they?
Why is it honesty when a man speaks his mind and madness when a woman does?
When does he ever think?” Richard straddled a chair and accepted a wind cup from Raoul. “If he were to sell his brain, he could claim it had never been used.”, Chapter 7
During the day, memories could be held at bay, but at night, dreams became the devil’s own accomplices.
…what an unfair advantage the dead had over the living, for there could be no rebuttal, no denial, nothing but the accusing silence of the grave.
It is not easy to be stranded between two worlds, the sad truth is that we can never feel completely comfortable in either world
as was his way, once he acknowledged the problem, he set about finding a means to resolve it
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.
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.
Forget the threat of Hell’s infernal flames. The true torture would condemn a man to wait and wait and wait – for an eternity
Get some sleep. Our troubles will still be there on the morrow
Men kill for many reasons, they steal but for one-greed.
Autumn that year painted the countryside in vivid shades of scarlet, saffron and russet, and the days were clear and crisp under harvest skies.
In the past few months, life had lost its sweetness and he’d lost his way. But no longer. Death was once again the enemy, his indifference and apathy drowned in a Cheshire pond.