Happiness that's not with yourself and from within but with anything else, is suffering in disguise.

Neither my father nor grandfather could put dates to their stories. Not because they had forgotten or were confused; the past was simply the past.

It’s not desiring the fall; it’s terror of the flames.

The castle will seem very quiet and strange without you here. The stone stairs and the chapel will miss your footstep, the gateway will will miss your laughter, and the wall will miss your shadow.

Written By Philippa Gregory

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