Historical Fiction Quotes
Cease, daughter!" said the priest at last in a trembling voice. "I cannot grant absolution, no priest could...
He grieved too, Klara said, for the loss of a certain idea of himself.
Nicholas met with him earlier about some lumber deal and sent him here for lunch. He's evidently new in town and was wondering where to get something good to eat.
Margaret looked at the ring on her finger. "Gran gave me this before we boarded the ship. It's the most special thing in the world to me. I'll never take it off, Hanna. No matter how hungry I am.
I looked evil in the eye and smiled at it with such power that I felt a little dizzy.Jade Gentry (Polishing Jade)
In time of war, it is not enough to say, ‘I am a citizen and I have rights.’ One must also say, ‘I am a citizen and I have obligations.
Adele, if you think that, no matter how mad you drive me, that I want to give you up, you are insane, possibly more insane than is healthy.
Prisoners!" Finan shouted, and I suspected he was shouting at me because I had so blatantly ignored my own insistence that we take men captive.
Anyone young, famous and beautiful who dies young is forever frozen in time and fascinating to all of us.
The world is going crazy, Karl. And when the world is crazy, a sane man is never okay." from The Berlin Boxing Club
Durand smiles. There is nothing behind the smile except perhaps another smile, repeating ad infinitum into the distance.'Of course, ' he says.
I turn away from the smell of death, pressing my lavender scented handkerchief as tight as I can against my nose.
Have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow know what you truly want to become." -Steve Jobs
For the first time in years, I have vivid dreams, vivid enough to count the stars and the number of ripples in the sea.
I want to be a good man, a good writer.""Be one or the other, Ernest, not both.
No man should be asked to live with so much sadness, and with so little promise of relief.
Ernest chose to go, she finally thinks, watching the fire turn the papers black. He loved her but he could not live anymore.
Martha thanks Sylvia, gesturing with the book. "Just remember not to try to hard with understanding it, " Sylvia says. "Like people, they're best not to be too thoroughly understood.
Birkenau simmered in the July sun like some hideous brew, a witch's potion of blood, sweat, smoke, and excrement worthy of something the weird sisters might have cooked up in Macbeth.
That spring was the start of everything, for me. Before then, I might have been half-asleep, drifting through life.
I enjoy writing historical fiction because it allows me to live more lives than just this one.
Madame, I believe the greatest sin against God is to be false. If one is not true to one's self, then it is impossible to be true to God. I bear you no ill will for following your heart.
A man's pride will cause him to do things you never dreamed possible. He got fired up about being right and blocked out everything else.
A man cannot change who he is. He can only hope that with age comes the wisdom to see his folly. I would like to believe I have achieved that.
It's said truth is stranger than fiction, but fiction makes truth a friend, not a stranger.
You may be surprised what we use our dreams to do, how we drape them over our sight and carry them like amulets to protect us from evil spells.
Perhaps Zeus was king, but I was Spartan, a princess twice over, and queen of Athens besides. I knew my duty. And I would rule my own fate.
Tolerance over time breeds resentment. Only through understanding, that comes from the acceptance of one another's differences, shall we find true peace.
Stay with me?” His fingers wound into my hair, and his arm tightened around me. “Always.
Wouldn't you like to be my lord Duke of Exeter? Come on, Dom. Say something.""You have lost your mind.""Say something less insulting.
What I was caught up in, I dimly understood, was the embodiment of history
On Christmas morning, Rebecca lost her moral virginity, her sense of humor - and her two best friends. But, other than that, it was a hell of a holiday.
They do not call him the terror of husbands and lovers for no reason...
Megan’s deception is another hook on which I can hang my conscience.
Amy wondered if Bonaparte could declare war on Miss Gwen alone without breaking his peace with England
We may be finished with the past but the past is not finished with us.
