Quotes About Royalty

Best thing about being King; you get lots of pressies.

The first century of the plague had seen the country turned upside down. In the twilight years of Edward III it seemed that nothing could damage the greatness of the Plantagenet royal estate. But the world of the village went from impoverished claustrophobia to traumatized infection. A hundred years later, everything had been upended, courtesy of King Death.

Having so-called "blue-blood" does not automatically mean that person has class. It just means somewhere down the road someone in their family was once someone of note. It's been my experience that blue-bloods and real nobility and royalty never mix. (Or at least they do not mix well.)

If you look at the British royal family and take away the scandals and the goofy stuff that's going on, people love to have this king to look up to - the royals are like celebrities.

My style is very simple, but I love Reese Witherspoon, Kate Hudson and Kate Middleton.

I love being in London because it means I am breathing the same air as the Queen.

To find riches is a beggar's dream, but to find love is the dream of kings.

Ave Dolce Vita, Rex Regum! Hail Sweet Life, King of Kings! We love you and we believe in you!

Sony-ils tous (...) criminels s'ils en avaient l'occasion, innocents seulement par impuisance, et prets a se servir du mal pour accomplir leur ambition? (...) La nature humaine est-elle si detestable, ou bien est-ce la royaute qui nous rend ainsi?

I must motor to Windsor for this wretched Investiture.

Your Queen I cannot be. Your mistress I will not be.

I love the Princess Diaries series! Do you?

Is everything all right? Is everything all right? Hmm, hold on a minute, let me see . . . my mom is going out with my Algebra teacher, a subject I'm flunking, by the way; my best friend hates me; I'm fourteen years old and I've never been asked out; I don't have any breasts; and oh, I just found out I'm the princess of Genovia.

You are a princess. And princesses do not run away when things become difficult. They throw their shoulders back and they face what disaster awaits them head on. Bravely, and without complaint.

The way things are going, I wouldn't be surprised if pretty soon I start wearing ripped-up fishnet stockings and dyeing my hair black. Maybe I'll even start smoking and get my ears double-pierced or something. And then they'll make a TV movie about me and call it Royal Scandal. It will show me going up to Prince William and saying,'Who's the most popular young royal now, huh, punk?' and then headbutting him or something.

I'm eighteen; I'm a princess; and I'm a virgin. You know what? At this point in my life, I might as well be a unicorn. Happy freaking birthday to me.

Oh, Grandmère," I said in English. "I don't want to be a princess. I just want to be me, Mia.

OMG! My dad is the King of Genovia" (Page 23)

HRH Olivia Grace

Muse of poetry, come to his aid, I thought. Could the man produce one more metaphor of husbandry? He seemed to be trying. Green wood, I suggested, but even he sensed that there was something unfortunate about a metaphor for a king in which you dry out your royalty before you set fire to it.

The queen! someone shouted in alarm, and the King erupted like a wild animal caught in a snare.

If Attolia could look like a queen, Eugenides was like a god revealed, transformed into something wholly unfamiliar, surrounded by the cloth-of-gold bedcover like a deity on an altar, passionless and calculating.

Your Majesty, is it true that your cousins held you down in a water cache? Is it also true that they wouldn't let you out until you agreed to repeat insults about your own family? I could send you to ask them. It would be a long trip, your Majesty. I would much rather hear the answer from you. Oh the trip would be much faster than you think. Most of my male cousins are dead. Forgive me, Your Majesty, if I offended.

He waved at his attendants. I dragged them like a ball and chain all the way across the palace and back. If sterner measures are called for, we can find a larger ball and chain. The queen turned and disappeared into the partment. Oh, dear, Eugenides muttered as he followed...The queen's sterner measures, dispensed by the Eddisian Ambassador, arrived before dawn.