Quotes About Regal

Catherine wore a long black silk dress. The court was still in mourning for the dead king

horse-drawn litter covered with velvet and fringed with gold and silk, as well as a coach

a crown set with rubies and an emerald.

statuesque,'" my aunt had

His old right hand lay nerveless, listless, dead, Unsceptred; and his realmless eyes were closed;

And so sepúlchred in such pomp dost lie, That kings for such a tomb would wish to die.

High on a throne of royal state, which far

For a quart of Ale is a meal for a King.

If it were a person, it would be a woman, a very dignified old lady. She is beautiful. She is royal. She has kept her charms.

Yes, royals know how to do things beyond counting our twelve toes.

Though this gives a fleeting impression of them all being connected by wireless to the great mother ship of French aristocracy in the sky, the "antennae" are in fact meant to keep the park birds from landing and covering their regal heads in unsightly droppings.

There's a nobility in his eye, a regal serenity about him. Does he not personify all that men try to be and never can be?

I've got a question for you . . . What are you doing on Saturday night?' Hubert stared at her confused. 'Me . . . me . . . got no plans.' 'Good,' she replied. 'In that case you're taking me to the five o'clock showing of South Pacific at the Regal in Blackfriars.

She was only forty-seven according to the file his aide had put together for him, but had gone totally gray by thirty-two. That early sign of aging was a genetic family trait that hadn't been bred out, likely because it gave the possessors a regal appearance, regardless of their chronological age.

Is Imani scared of anyone? How did you describe her to me once? Ah yes. A grande dame who has no time for anyone's bullshit. That is Imani. Raphael wanted to smile. I have always liked her for that.

The three women were gracious but remote, dry-eyed players in the royal mummery of Eorpwald and Edwin's grander farewell: the pledges of honor and allegiance between king and overking.

She was regal as a queen. Eager as a child. Proud as a cat. And she was like none of those things. Nothing like them. Not in the least little bit.

He rose up like a languid god after devouring a bountiful feast.

An old, mad, blind, despised and dying king.