Top 49 Margaret George Quotes
#1. There are two kinds of tales: one accurate but not true, the other true but not accurate.
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#2. What is one person's diversion may be another's supreme test.
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#3. Daughter is a treasure that keeps her father wakeful, and worry over her drives away rest.
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#4. In my experience, there are two things that no one will admit to: having no sense of humor and being susceptible to flattery.
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#6. The strong look for more strength, the weak for excuses.
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#7. I was ever the realist, sometimes to my sorrow. But seldom to my regret.
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#8. To love someone is to catch your breath whenever he walks in the room.
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#9. 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.
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#10. In Lisbon, a street cry gloated over the Spanish defeat: Which ships got home? The ones the English missed. And where are the rest? The waves will tell you. What happened to them? It is said they are lost. Do we know their names? They know them in London. Oh,
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#11. Every inch of land there is so contested," I observed, more to myself than to him. "How many lives have been lost fighting over Jerusalem? Yet it is not special in terms of architecture, or location, or works of art.
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#13. War is a sinkhole that sucks money and men into it and is never filled.
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#14. Some things can be recovered. Some things can be restored. But some lost things, we seek forever.
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#15. 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 her chamber, illuminating everything around her in silvery light. That was when she noticed for the first time that there were bars on her window.
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#16. Perhaps life is like an hour glass, with dear ones the sand that slips from the upper glass
the earth
into the second
eternity.
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#18. So I learned two things that night, and the next day, from him: the perfection of a moment, and the fleeting nature of it.
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#19. We are more than our bodies, it is true; but we cannot be divorced from them. They are us, and the only way in which we can see one another. Perhaps the gods are above this, but in their mercy, they have given us the guise of bodies.
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#20. The soft strings of the lute rippled with memories, and the maid's lilting voice made Mary sigh as she closed her eyes. She fell asleep filled with sadness, but without regret.
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#21. Caesar tarried in Egypt, Taking in all the spoils, The Lighthouse, the Library, Queen Cleopatra and Her many-perfumed oils.
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#22. The most wicked criminals have God on their lips at all times, for God is the only one who can stomach them.
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#24. We are always tortured by our memory of the last time we were with anyone, what we said, what we did not say ...
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#25. 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 same recipes. No novelty.
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#26. Yet we always envy others, comparing our shadows to their sunlit sides.
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#27. Jesus saw the eternal in the everyday. Your last day on earth should be spent as you spent all your others
doing your daily tasks with love and honesty ... An ordinary day is, perhaps, the most holy of all.
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#28. The moment was all we truly had: a succession of moments, a triumphal march of them, to create a life beyond compare.
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#29. I noted that he had a new type of sandal to go with his clothes - they had a special strap circling the big toe, and another for the rest of the toes. Around the soles, gilded lotuses were painted directly on the leather.
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#30. Our minds see things that our eyes cannot. I suppose something continues to exist until the mind that sees it no longer exists.
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#31. Heart of my heart, bone of my bone, spirit of my spirt, we cannot be held.
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#32. He ran both his hands through his hair, as if somehow that would straighten out his thoughts.
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#33. It is thus that inanimate objects seem to soak up the essence of living things, and later cause pain or pleasure when we merely look at them.
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#34. Life as a whole is not happy. Only moments. This is my moment. It will pass.
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#35. Hope is a straw hat hanging beside a window covered with frost.
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#36. Omens. If I were beginning again, starting out in life, I would ignore all omens, neither heeding them nor trying to disable them. If we chose to pass them by, then perhaps they would lose their power, as old gods and goddesses, no longer worshiped, fade away and lose their grip on us.
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#37. 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.
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#38. Good manners are the last thing to desert us, so it seems. They remain behind to mock us with their hollow sound when all else has fled. On
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#39. No matter what they are in life, in memory they always seem to rearrange themselves in the opposite manner. All pleasures are seen as foreshortened and hasty and fleeting, and all pain lingering.
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#40. The cure for a broken heart is simple, my lady. A hot bath and a good night's sleep.
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#41. 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.
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#42. As long as the sun rose each day, as long as they could behold it, there life was secure.
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#43. To recount these histories is like unravelling a thread: one means only to tell one little part, but then another comes in, and another, for they are all part of the same garment - Tudor, Lancaster, York, Plantagenet.
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#44. 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.
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#45. I embrace Fate like a lover. All my life, Fate has wished to be my lover and tried to govern me. Now I turn to submit to his embraces.
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#46. 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 captive queen decided with a yawn, would have to wait until spring.
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#47. It is only when our fate hangs in the balance, when our very life depends on something, that we see whether or not we trust that the rope to which we are clinging will support us. If we do not, then we let of of the ledge and swing on it with our full weight.
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#48. Fortune offers you opportunities to create; she does not hand you presents.
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