Quotes About Grace

Her elegance was in the abstract; in her gait, in her posture, even in how she breathed.

On his tongue they pour sweet dew, and from his mouth flow gentle words.

If there's one thing this world needs more of, it's thoughtful Nobles," the left hand jeered.

there is an art to being in a hurry but not showing it." 390

an elegant woman, with a refinement that makes mere prettiness seem redundant.

One of the French lords says, "To lose gracefully is an art that every gentleman cultivates." "I hope to cultivate it too," he says. "If you see an example I might follow, please point it out.

At Smithfield Frith is being shoveled up, his youth, his grace, his learning and his beauty: a compaction of mud, grease, charred bone.

I know that, if I took your oath, I should be damned." "There are those who would envy your insight," he says, "into the workings of grace. But then, you and God have always been on familiar terms, not so? I wonder how you dare. You talk about your maker as if he were some neighbor you went fishing with on a Sunday afternoon.

Anne climbing the marble steps to Heaven, her good deeds like jewels weighting wrists and neck.

There is air between their ribs, their flesh is honeycombed with light, and the marrow of their bones is molten with God's grace.

Cromwell. I am not such a hard man that I don't see how you are left. Do you know what I say? I say I don't know one man in England who would have done what you have done, for a man disgraced and fallen. The king says so. Even him, Chapuys, the Emperor's man, he says, you cannot fault what's-he-called. I say, it's a pity you ever saw Wolsey. It's a pity you don't work for me." "Well," he says, "we all want

I found an easier way to be.

If he were to counsel Anna, it would be to patience. The dowager Katherine won the admiration of all, when she sat smiling by the king she supposed her husband, through hours of court ceremonies, hours which stretched into years. Never was she seen with tears on her cheeks, or an angry frown.

Only a pure heart can recognize a beautiful and a happy soul.

As she sustained wound after wound...the fairy should have fallen, but instead, she danced. This was Titania, the Fairy Queen.

The one trying to have the last word is rarely walking in the Word.

So long as you're begging, he doesn't mind a bit.

There is too little beauty in the world,' says the prince airily. 'But that is not my area of greatest conceit.

Tell me. Has your daughter made the journey with you?" "She is here," the hag says. A girl steps from the crowd to bow low before Cardan. She is young, with a mass of unbound hair. Like her mother, her limbs are oddly long and twig-like, but where her mother is unsettlingly bony, she has a kind of grace. Maybe it helps that her feet resemble human ones. Although, to be fair, they are turned backward.

I guess I knew it wasn't a game, but I ran anyway and I boosted myself up on the water spigot and poured through the window with the boneless grace of little kids.

It's the flaw that brings out beauty.

I climb into a cradle of branches and wait, petals falling around me with the sway of tree limbs. I lean my cheek against the rough bark, listening to the susurration of leaves.

She looks soft, pretty, like a girl in a painting. Like a girl who fits inside her own skin.

What a freeing thought it was to no longer believe I had to deserve something in order to get it.