Quotes About Empress

En esa foto personal e imaginaria, la dama blanca viste de negro y tiene las facciones duras y a la vez sensuales. Parece una asesina a sueldo, pero en realidad es una emperatriz provista de un puñal. Y resulta que ese puñal vengo a ser yo.

She (Empress Marie Feodorovna) instinctively understood that to the Russian people the appearance of greatness was as important as greatness itself.

They called on the parents of the girl and filled them with alarm by suggesting that the empress would withdraw the yearly pension of two hundred ducats if their daughter's sight were restored, and, further, that the young pianist would lose half her attraction on the concert platform if she possessed normal vision. The possibility of having to forgo the yearly income worked like a charm upon Father and Mother Paradies.

The Childlike Empress has always been there. But she's not old. She has always been young. She still is. Her life isn't measured by time, but by names.

When at last the Childlike Empress looked up, the expression of her face had changed. Atreyu was almost frightened at its grandeur and severity. He knew where he had once seen that expression: in the sphinxes.

It seemed the betrothed virgin was coming in the person of the eternally young empress of fairyland-her entrance being thus described by poets.

Tis said that Chowmushih slept in a boat so that his dreams might mingle with those of the lotus. It was the same spirit which moved the Empress Komio, one of our most renowned Nara sovereigns, as she sang: "If I pluck thee, my hand will defile thee, O flower! Standing in the meadows as thou art, I offer thee to the Buddhas of the past, of the present, of the future.

Before the final battle in 'Poison Princess,' Evie remembered how to use her Empress powers, practiced with them to the point of exhaustion, then had a trial by fire. In a way, she earned those powers, as she hadn't before, so that was certainly a confidence builder.

Whatever Elisabeth did, Franz Joseph's affection remained unchanged.

Elisabeth "has always been strange and has followed only her whims and wishes, and now shyness and melancholia have been added. Who among gifted people who enjoy unlimited freedom is entirely normal? The Empress is, as we all are, the product of conditions." (Bavarian lady-in-waiting)

Time and again the Empress contrasted the Habsburgs' sense of being among the elect with the middle-class virtues of the age of liberalism.

The Austrian Empress' entourage was so vast, with everyone watching everyone else, so many petty jealousies raged within this small society on Madeira, which was completely cut off from the outside world, that not even the slightest emotion could go unrecognized.

At her return, the Viennese did not receive their Empress with any great affection. Everyone was now criticizing her, even the common people, who were disturbed at the stories of the great sums she spent abroad. The diplomates also joined in the general chorus of outrage.

During the nearly two years of separation from her husband and the society of the Viennese court, the Empress had changed. She had become very self-confident and brisk and had learned to assert her interests vigorously. The Emperor living in constant fear that at the first sign of discord she might run off again and do further damage to the prestige of the August House, treated her circumspectly, showing infinite patience.

Hardly any other tale from Vienna was as interesting as learning from an eyewitness whether the Empress was truly as beautiful as it was said.

With a good education and a solid childhood, Marie-Antoinette might have become one of the most admired women in Europe. As it was, the empress paid no attention to her youngest daughter until an accident of nuptial politics made the girl a candidate to marry the French dauphin.

Brood, you and I, we have fought the Malazans as liberators in truth. Asking no coin, no land. Our motives aren't even clear to us – imagine how they must seem to the Empress? Inexplicable. We appear to be bound to lofty ideals, to nearly outrageous notions of self-sacrifice. We are her enemy, and I don't think she even knows why.

The empress of Pharinet's tale was perhaps the kind of mother Varencienne would have liked to have had all along: a priestess, a sorcererss, with a forgotten book of secret knowledge. Her own fantasies could not have provided a more perfect history. Yet this Tatrini lived only in Pharinet's words. Varencienne would need proof for herself.

The empress was a dark flower herself, dressed not in red, as all the other women, but resplendent in a gold so muted, it seemed almost black. Varencienne wondered if any emotion surged through Tatrini's closed heart. Was she thinking of her own wedding day, all those years before, when her husband had been only a prince and the empire a smaller collection of lands? Had she been happy then, dizzy with girlish anticipation, or had she felt as Varencienne did now: resigned and cold?

When he sat upon his throne there, the empress's hand would be forever upon his shoulder, lightly but firmly.

Velva wasn't merely a rose among the thorns, the lily of the valleys, she was Empress amongst the stars and planet.

Maria Theresa dollar of 1751.

Suffering had struck that stage empress; and she stood before her audience neither yielding to, nor enduring, nor in finite measure, resenting it: she stood locked in struggle, rigid in resistance. She stood, not dressed, but draped in pale antique folds, long and regular like sculpture. A background and entourage and flooring of deepest crimson threw her out, white like alabaster like silver: rather, be it said, like Death.

St Petersburg society looked upon Grand Duchess Vladimir as the real Empress of Russia, for Alexandra now hardly ever emerged from her retirement at Tsarskoe Selo.