“It is almost impossible to describe happiness,because at the time it feels entirely natural as if all the r est of your life has been the aberration; only in retrospect does it swim into focus as the rare and precious… — Margaret George Copy Share Image
It is almost impossible to describe happiness, because at the time it feels entirely natural, as if all the rest of your life has been the aberration; only in retrospect does it swim into focus as the rare and precious… — Margaret George Copy Share Image
“Looking out the rain-fogged window at the gray November day, Mary felt almost grateful for the snug warmth of her well-heated chamber. Escape, the… — Margaret George Copy Share
We are more than our bodies, it is true; but we cannot be divorced from them. They are us, and the only way in… — Margaret George Copy Share
“I realized then how odd it must seem to them to be summoned by a woman. Roman women were at home quietly minding their… — Margaret George Copy Share
Mary awoke from her nightmare with a pounding heart, convinced that she had only imagined Elizabeth's cruel plot. A full moon was shining into… — Margaret George Copy Share
“Mary was like a caged tiger in the first days of her captivity. Keen, alert, and watchful, she listened tensely each dawn for the… — Margaret George Copy Share
Now I felt the long-forgotten urgency of lovemaking, when it seems one's human selves leave, to be replaced by hungry beasts bolting their food.… — Margaret George Copy Share
“Life as a whole is not happy. Only moments. This is my moment. It will pass.” — Margaret George Copy Share
“Mary fell asleep early, but her dreams were most unpleasant. She was a mouse running across the kitchen floor, and Elizabeth was a sharp-clawed… — Margaret George Copy Share
“But marrying within one's own family can get monotonous. One has heard all the same family stories, knows all the jokes and all the… — Margaret George Copy Share
In my experience, there are two things that no one will admit to: having no sense of humor and being susceptible to flattery. — Margaret George Copy Share
“It is thus that inanimate objects seem to soak up the essence of living things, and later cause pain or pleasure when we merely… — Margaret George Copy Share
“Heart of my heart, bone of my bone, spirit of my spirt, we cannot be held.” — Margaret George Copy Share
