Quotes About Elizabeth

you seemed far too familiar with violence. It was too easy for you. The way you drew your gun ... You'd had far too much experience with it." He leaned forward, his eyes burning into hers. "What I felt in that moment was far from familiar. It was rage, Elizabeth, pure and primitive, and quite unlike anything that's ever before coursed through my veins.

The tires bore down, kicking up dust like an Arabian stampede. Elizabeth flipped off the car stereo. Out of the corner of my eye, I could tell that she was studying my profile. I wondered what she saw, and my heart started fluttering.

I spotted the moving van in front of the Ruskins' old house, turned and—first pow—there she was, my Elizabeth, walking with that titanium spine, so poised, even then, even as a seven-year-old girl with Mary Janes and a friendship bracelet and too many freckles. We

As much as I transferred my mother to Elizabeth Shore of The Black Dahlia, as much as her dad mutated into an obsession with crime in general, well, I have thought about other things throughout the years.

The Ptolemies were in fact Macedonian Greek, which makes Cleopatra approximately as Egyptian as Elizabeth Taylor.

I come from a pretty scientific family. My sister is a neurologist and my brother is an engineer.

Of all the weapons she had commanded, Elizabeth knew the least of love; and of all the weapons in the world, love was the most dangerous.

His gaze held hers, and his voice was tender and rough. "Love me, Elizabeth." Elizabeth felt a tremor run through her entire body, but she looked at him without flinching. "I do.

In 1586 Elizabeth ordered that Anthony Babington, a wealthy young Catholic who had plotted her assassination, should be made an example of. Babington was hauled down from the scaffold while still conscious and made to watch as his abdomen was sliced open and the contents allowed to spill out. It was by this time an act of such horrifying cruelty that it disgusted even the bloodthirsty crowd.

It's the quiet ones like you who are the most dangerous and cunning." "Me?" Elizabeth asked in disbelief. "I'm not the least bit quiet." "Perhaps not, but you do choose your words carefully." "Well, yes," she said with an unconscious tilt of her head. "I'm clumsy enough in body without tossing my mouth into the mixture.

They reached the Elizabeth exit, which is what New Jersey is really known for, industrial wastes on both sides of the turn-pike. He had started holding his breath against those horrible fumes when Ana let loose

Oh, I do a tremendous amount of rewriting. I just obsessively rewrite. Although sometimes there are sections, sometimes you're just lucky and a paragraph will just kind of come out. And that's great. But that's not ordinary in a day's work.

I love Austin. It's great here. I don't mind the heat.

Two hundred years before, in the days of the Tudors, Bloody Queen Mary had used the conveniently open space to burn Protestants to save their souls, and her sister, Elizabeth, had in turn used it to burn an even greater number of Catholics, because that's what royals did with people they hated.

I did a film called 'Puccini for Beginners,' which was a romantic comedy, and I always wanted to do more, but I kept doing drama.

Those who are meek shall inherit this earth; the ugly ones shall have their cake and munch on it, too.

Let's you and me get together and do away with some of the possibilities.

We oppose any pipeline whose sole purpose is to export bitumen from Canada to make profits in other countries.

Her solitary nature means she needs a family to keep her from loneliness my gregarious nature means I will never have to worry about being alone...

Elizabeth now calls herself the Supreme Governor of the Church of Ireland - can you believe such a joke? As if God reached down and put his hand on her head, anointing her? A woman? He added this last with special emphasis, as if it were the worst crime charged to Elizabeth Tudor's name.

Bathsheba's was an impulsive nature under a deliberative aspect. An Elizabeth in brain and a Mary Stuart in spirit, she often performed actions of the greatest temerity with a manner of extreme discretion.

The child turned to look at Elizabeth, then stood up. The head was more disproportionately large than that of a human baby. Upon some reassuring noises from the adults, the the young saur ran across the grass and tumbled into Elizabeth's lap. She crooned over it, tickling and stroking; it reached up its clawed fingers to her hair and whistled. "Her name is Blathora," said Salasso. "She is two years old." . . . "Sharp teeth," warned Salasso. "And a taste for mammal blood.

Cheerfulness prepares a glorious mind for all the noblest acts.

We're only human." "One of us, anyway. The other's a reptile." "Harsh, Annabelle. Very harsh.