“Though the leaves fall from the trees like brown tears, for him everything must be as green as fresh grass, as white as May blossom, as if to convince us all that the seasons are upside down and we are… — Philippa Gregory Copy Share Image
“Mother, before God," I say, my voice shaking with tears, "I swear that I have to believe that there is more for me in… — Philippa Gregory Copy Share Image
“Say yes,’ he whispers. ‘Marry me.’ I hesitate. I open my eyes. ‘You will get my fortune,’ I remark. ‘When I marry you, everything… — Philippa Gregory Copy Share Image
“But I warn you that a woman who seeks great power and wealth has to pay a great price, Perhaps you will be a… — Philippa Gregory Copy Share Image
“I raised my hand to wave in case he looked back; but he did not. He rode straight backed, looking forward. He rode like… — Philippa Gregory Copy Share Image
“When you are still and thoughtful you are as lovely as the statues they are carving in Italy.” — Philippa Gregory Copy Share Image
Edward lives as if there is no tomorrow, Richard as if he wants no tomorrow, and George as though someone should give it to… — Philippa Gregory Copy Share Image
You can smile when your heart is breaking because you're a woman. — Philippa Gregory Copy Share Image
“We fell asleep wrapped in each other as if we could not bear to part, even in sleep we could not bear to let… — Philippa Gregory Copy Share Image
“One little boy, and he a bastard,' Anne said thoughtfully. 'One little girl of six, one elderly Queen and a King in the prime… — Philippa Gregory Copy Share Image
“We have been married little more than a year and already there is a terrible silence around some subjects. We never speak of the… — Philippa Gregory Copy Share Image
“It doesn’t matter if you call it magic or determination. It doesn’t matter if you make a spell or a plot. You have to… — Philippa Gregory Copy Share Image
“I have overturned the order. Nothing will ever be the same for any woman in this country again.” — Philippa Gregory Copy Share Image
“I will make my own future, not predict it. I don’t need a charm to tell me what I hope will happen. I throw… — Philippa Gregory Copy Share Image
