“So I learned two things that night, and the next day, from him: the perfection of a moment, and the fleeting nature of it.”
―
Margaret George,
The Memoirs of Cleopatra
“George Bush isn't Hitler. He could be if he applied himself.” ― Margaret Cho
“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 thing it is. When it is present, it seems to be eternal, abiding forever, and there is no need to examine it or clutch it. Later, when it has evaporated, you stare in dismay at your empty palm, where only a little of the perfume lingers to prove that once it was there, and now is flown.” ― Margaret George, The Memoirs of Cleopatra
“The cure for a broken heart is simple, my lady. A hot bath and a good night's sleep.” ― Margaret George, Mary Queen of Scotland and The Isles
“When he comes into a room, you give a little gasp, deep inside, far inside,' someone once said when trying to describe what it meant to love.” ― Margaret George, Helen of Troy
“I loved him so, even his past was precious to me. I found myself kissing each mark, thinking, I would have had it never happen, I would wish it away, taking him further and further back to a time when he had known no disappointments, no battles, no wounds, as I erased each one. To make him again like Caesarion. Yet if we take the past away from those we love - even to protect them - do we not steal their very selves?” ― Margaret George, The Memoirs of Cleopatra
“I had a desire to see something besides my own shores, if only to be content to return to them someday. If I wish to live in my native land and love her, it should not be out of ignorance.” ― Margaret George, Mary Queen of Scotland and The Isles
“Things do not happen, we must make them happen” ― Margaret George, The Memoirs of Cleopatra
“The strong look for more strength, the weak for excuses.” ― Margaret George, The Memoirs of Cleopatra
“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, The Memoirs of Cleopatra
“Thus we use our supposed "knowledge" of others to speak on their behalf, and condemn them for their words we ourselves put in their silent mouths.” ― Margaret George, The Autobiography of Henry VIII: With Notes by His Fool, Will Somers
“Defeat I can endure with cheerfulness, my lady. But betrayal is like taking the wind from my sails, or the earth from beneath my feet. It chills my spirits like a rainy day, and all I can do is draw the curtains and cry into my pillow.” ― Margaret George, Mary Queen of Scotland and The Isles
“To love someone is to catch your breath whenever he walks in the room.” ― Margaret George, Mary Queen of Scotland and The Isles
“What is one person's diversion may be another's supreme test.” ― Margaret George, The Memoirs of Cleopatra
“Oh, he was just angry, we tell ourselves when someone blurts out something he later apologizes for. But a word, once spoken, lingers forever; to keep peace we pretend to forget, but we never do. Strange that a spoken word can have such lasting power when words carved on stone monuments vanish in spite of all our efforts to preserve them. What we would lose persists, lodged in our minds, and what we would keep is lost to water, moths, moss.” ― Margaret George, The Memoirs of Cleopatra
“Perhaps life is like an hour glass, with dear ones the sand that slips from the upper glass--the earth--into the second--eternity.” ― Margaret George, Elizabeth I
“Fortune offers you opportunities to create; she does not hand you presents.” ― Margaret George, The Memoirs of Cleopatra
“You must bear losses like a soldier, the voice told me, bravely and without complaint, and just when the day seems lost, grab your shield for another stand, another thrust forward. That is the juncture that separates heroes from the merely strong.” ― Margaret George, The Memoirs of Cleopatra
“Yet we always envy others, comparing our shadows to their sunlit sides.” ― Margaret George, The Autobiography of Henry VIII: With Notes by His Fool, Will Somers
“George Bush isn't Hitler. He could be if he applied himself.” ― Margaret Cho
“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 thing it is. When it is present, it seems to be eternal, abiding forever, and there is no need to examine it or clutch it. Later, when it has evaporated, you stare in dismay at your empty palm, where only a little of the perfume lingers to prove that once it was there, and now is flown.” ― Margaret George, The Memoirs of Cleopatra
“The cure for a broken heart is simple, my lady. A hot bath and a good night's sleep.” ― Margaret George, Mary Queen of Scotland and The Isles
“When he comes into a room, you give a little gasp, deep inside, far inside,' someone once said when trying to describe what it meant to love.” ― Margaret George, Helen of Troy
“I loved him so, even his past was precious to me. I found myself kissing each mark, thinking, I would have had it never happen, I would wish it away, taking him further and further back to a time when he had known no disappointments, no battles, no wounds, as I erased each one. To make him again like Caesarion. Yet if we take the past away from those we love - even to protect them - do we not steal their very selves?” ― Margaret George, The Memoirs of Cleopatra
“I had a desire to see something besides my own shores, if only to be content to return to them someday. If I wish to live in my native land and love her, it should not be out of ignorance.” ― Margaret George, Mary Queen of Scotland and The Isles
“Things do not happen, we must make them happen” ― Margaret George, The Memoirs of Cleopatra
“The strong look for more strength, the weak for excuses.” ― Margaret George, The Memoirs of Cleopatra
“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, The Memoirs of Cleopatra
“Thus we use our supposed "knowledge" of others to speak on their behalf, and condemn them for their words we ourselves put in their silent mouths.” ― Margaret George, The Autobiography of Henry VIII: With Notes by His Fool, Will Somers
“Defeat I can endure with cheerfulness, my lady. But betrayal is like taking the wind from my sails, or the earth from beneath my feet. It chills my spirits like a rainy day, and all I can do is draw the curtains and cry into my pillow.” ― Margaret George, Mary Queen of Scotland and The Isles
“To love someone is to catch your breath whenever he walks in the room.” ― Margaret George, Mary Queen of Scotland and The Isles
“What is one person's diversion may be another's supreme test.” ― Margaret George, The Memoirs of Cleopatra
“Oh, he was just angry, we tell ourselves when someone blurts out something he later apologizes for. But a word, once spoken, lingers forever; to keep peace we pretend to forget, but we never do. Strange that a spoken word can have such lasting power when words carved on stone monuments vanish in spite of all our efforts to preserve them. What we would lose persists, lodged in our minds, and what we would keep is lost to water, moths, moss.” ― Margaret George, The Memoirs of Cleopatra
“Perhaps life is like an hour glass, with dear ones the sand that slips from the upper glass--the earth--into the second--eternity.” ― Margaret George, Elizabeth I
“Fortune offers you opportunities to create; she does not hand you presents.” ― Margaret George, The Memoirs of Cleopatra
“You must bear losses like a soldier, the voice told me, bravely and without complaint, and just when the day seems lost, grab your shield for another stand, another thrust forward. That is the juncture that separates heroes from the merely strong.” ― Margaret George, The Memoirs of Cleopatra
“Yet we always envy others, comparing our shadows to their sunlit sides.” ― Margaret George, The Autobiography of Henry VIII: With Notes by His Fool, Will Somers
