But Anne, do you love him?" I asked curiously. The curve of her hood hid all but the corner of her smile. "I am a fool to own it, but I am in a fever for his touch.

I would be very, very uncomfortable at teaching, at dreaming to teach, people things.

One never gets the same summer twice.

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

Once more, I am watching the most powerful men in the kingdom bring their power to bear on a woman who has done nothing worse than live to the beat of her own heart, see with her own eyes; but this is not their tempo nor their vision and they cannot tolerate any other.

He had taken George, my beloved George, from me. And he had taken my other self: Anne.

I would play ball with Catherine, and hide and seek: Not a very challenging game in an open meadow, but she was still at the age where she believed that if she shut her eyes and buried her head under a shawl then she could not be seen.