Quotes About Love

keep her away from his brother. They say he had her locked in her room. But true love prevailed, and the young duke and the young widowed princess fell into each other's arms. At all events, this version of the story is all desperately romantic and wonderful. Fools of all ages enjoy it very much.

I have to tell you, you have to know: I have loved you honorably as a knight should do his lady, and I have loved you passionately as a man might a woman; and now, before I leave you, I want to tell you that I love you, I love you—

When I was first at court and he was the young husband of a beautiful wife, he was a golden king. They called him the handsomest prince in Christendom, and that was not flattery. Mary Boleyn was in love with him, Anne was in love with him, I was in love with him. There was not one girl at court, nor one girl in the country, who could resist him. Then he turned against his wife, Queen Katherine, a good woman, and Anne taught him how to be cruel.

I am happy; I am in his arms, my face crushed against his padded jacket, his arms around me as tight as a bear, so that I cannot breathe. When I look up into his beloved weary face, he kisses me so hard that I close my eyes and think myself a besotted girl again. I catch a breath, and he kisses me some more.

He knew as well as I did that you cannot release a girl from her promise to love a man. She either gets herself free or she is bound for life.

However much I might please Henry, he was still her boy—her lovely indulged spoilt golden boy. He might summon me or any other girl to his room, without disturbing the constant steady affection between them which had sprung from her ability, long ago, to love this man who was more foolish, more selfish, and less of a prince than she was a princess.

Viverei como uma mulher apaixonada e inteligente e levarei a minha paixão e a minha inteligência para tudo o que fizer.

You too might find that your women friends are your truest friends, your sisters are the keepers of your memories and hopes for the future.

If there is love enough, then nothing—not nature, not even death itself—can come between two who love each other.

No," I said. "I don't think I'll ever have a fancy for a man." "Hard luck on the man who loves you," Will offered neutrally. "Very," I said. I shot a sideways look at him. "A disaster for the man who loves me," I repeated. "If he married me he would find me always cold. If he did not, he could waste his life in loving me and I would never return it.

He knew then, as she knew always, that it does not matter if a wife is half fish, if a husband is all mortal. If there is love enough, then nothing—not nature, not even death itself—can come between two who love each other.

I did not seek love with Thomas, but I did not resist it. And now I am trapped in desire like a butterfly with its feet in honey, and the more I struggle, the deeper I sink.

And now I want love. Lust is no good for me. I want love. His love.

He shrugged. "Whatever does it mean? We write poems about it all day and sing songs about it all night but if there is such a thing in real life I'm damned if I know.

It's not a question of wanting to be queen; it's not even a question of wanting honorable love anymore. I am mad for him, I am madly in love with him. I would go to him if I had to walk barefoot. Tell me I am one of many. I don't care! I don't care for my name or for my pride anymore. As long as I can have him once more, that's all I want, just to love him; all I want to be certain of is that I will see him again, that he loves me.

Philippa Gregory

Philippa Gregory

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I prayed in silence that perhaps even now, the queen might have a son and might know joy like this, such a strange, unexpected joy- the happiness of caring for a child whose whole life was in my hands.

loving a woman and loving his child is enough

never see them again. Surely, a couple so young, so

we stood for a moment, handclasped in the warm sunshine, and I thought, like a lovesick girl: "This is heaven.

When we lay awake after making love I could hear the sleepy birds settling in their nests in the thatch. We had a little pallet bed, a table and two stools, a fireplace where we warmed up our dinner from the palace, and nothing more. We wanted nothing more.

I stood beside the queen's chair and knew that any man looking from her to me would think that she was a fine woman, but old enough to be my mother, while I was a woman of only fourteen, a woman ready to fall in love, a woman ready to feel desire, a precocious woman, a flowering girl. The