En Ma Fin Est Ma Commencement -

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 Love Reading And I Love Thinking - The Reason That I Love My Books So Much Is That In Order To Write Them I Have To Read And To Think For Years At A Time About The Same Period Of Time.

And – I Think You Know, Don’t You? – That I Love You, Anne.’ I Feel As If I Have Been Living In A Loveless World For Too Long. The Last Tender Face I Saw Was My Father’s When He Sailed For England. ‘you Do? Truly?’ ‘i Do.’ He Rises To His Feet And Pulls Me Up To Stand Beside Him. My Chin Comes To His Shoulder, We Are Both Dainty, Long-limbed, Coltish: Well-matched. I Turn My Face Into His Jacket. ‘will You Marry Me?’ He Whispers. ‘yes,’ I Say.

Jane," I Said Quietly. She Opened Her Eyes, She Had Been Far Away In Prayer. "yes, Mary? Forgive Me, I Was Praying." "if You Go On Flirting With The King With Those Sickly Little Smiles, One Of Us Boleyns Is Going To Scratch Your Eyes Out.

The Sons Of York Will Destroy Each Other, One Brother Destroying Another, Uncles Devouring Nephews, Fathers Beheading Sons. They Are A House Which Has To Have Blood, And They Will Shed Their Own If They Have No Other Enemy.