Quotes from Elizabeth Chadwick

I have memories of him that are like jewels, and others that are stones but my memories of you are always consistent, Mama." "And are they jewels or stones." Alienor asked with a strained smile. "Neither," Matilda answered. "They are pure gold.

Where there's life there's hope,' he said sternly. 'Where there's life there's pain,' Oliver responded, but opened his eyes.

Alienor raised her eyebrows. "I can see straight through your ruse," she said. "Even if it is not plain on your face, Aimery de Niort is giving the game away." She glanced toward the young knight who was holding his own horse at the ready, his expression expectant and smug.

And what is truth, since it changes according to each individual's perception?

Sometimes love strikes like lightning, and its power is as blinding. Other times it comes gently, creeps up on you unawares and covers you like a blanket.

In the end, it is not the stones that matter, but the people who dwell within them.

I would not have you follow me, but walk at my side.

Bishops of Rouen, Fécamp and Jumièges. A

having something that meant everything was a double-edged sword. It meant you had so much more to lose. ***

afternoon and the furniture is all assembled.

do not dwell in denial; I dwell in hope.

There were some parts of himself that he would probably never find because he dared not go looking for them in the shadows where she had cast them.

In the Middle Ages it was a given that all animals and birds had a name relating to their kind. All cats, for example, were either Gylbert or Tybald (hence Tibbles); all sparrows were Philip. All redbreasts were Robin, and wrens were Jenny. And all monkeys were Robert. Still

It seemed as close as yesterday, and as distant as the end of the world.

Money, influence, and human imperatives always spoke more loudly than conscience and God.

his gaze. 'But then my responsibilities would be much greater

Not all that is plain is dross

Did he think to win them over like this? She remembered the boyish charm he had once possessed and wondered where it had gone. Perhaps like a bag of gold dust with an open top, the winds of time had swirled it away in a glittering spiral until there was nothing left but an empty pouch.

The language of power was exercised in more than just words. It was presence and thought; it was gesture and timing.

smile or a frown, agreement or disapproval was all it took to alter lives and atmospheres.

Better the robes of a magnate and the hauberk of a warrior than to grow stale for want of challenges.

Within her the core of rebellion hardened. She would dress as she chose, because clothes and appearance were part of a woman's armor in this world

What good is having the heart of a lion if you cannot roar?

My lady, you must bend before you shatter and destroy everyone else into the bargain," she said. "What do you know?" Mellette snapped. "That our lives would be easier if you could find it within you to show some gentleness toward the living—no matter our unworthiness.