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Margaret George is an American historical novelist specializing in epic fictional biographies. She is known for her meticulous research and the large scale of her books. She is the author of the bestselling novels The Autobiography of Henry VIII (1986), Mary Queen of Scotland and the Isles (1992), The Memoirs of Cleopatra (1997), Mary Called Magdalene (2002), Helen of Troy (2006), and Elizabeth I (2011.) She is currently at work on a novel about the Emperor Nero.

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Kindness is stronger than iron bars.

Bars, Iron, Kindness, Stronger

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.

Focus, Forever, Natural, Retrospect, Swim, Thing

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. Gone are the civilized beings who talk of manners and journeys and letters; in their places are two bodies straining to give birth to a burst of inhuman pleasure followed by a great, floating nothingness. An explosion of life followed by death - in this we live, and in this we foreshadow our own sweet deaths.

Inhuman, Journey, Nothingness, Replaced, Sweet, Two

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.

Besides, Ignorance, Land, Return, Shores, Travel

The most wicked criminals have God on their lips at all times, for God is the only one who can stomach them.

Criminals, God, Lips, Stomach, Wicked

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.

Betrayal, Cry, Feet, Like, Rainy Day, Taking

So I learned two things that night, and the next day, from him: the perfection of a moment, and the fleeting nature of it.

Fleeting, Loss, Moment, Nature, Night, Relationship

Boredom is that awful state of inaction when the very medicine - that is, activity - which could solve it, is seen as odious.

Archery, Boredom, Medicine, Seen, State

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.

Gasp, Giving, Littles, Love, Meant, Trying

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.

Effort, Forever, Forget, Keep, Stone, Water

In my experience, there are two things that no one will admit to: having no sense of humor and being susceptible to flattery.

Experience, Flattery, Sense, Sense Of Humor, Two

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.

Cruel, Heart, Light, Moon, Shining

We are always tortured by our memory of the last time we were with anyone, what we said, what we did not say.

Hate, Lasts, Memories, Said, Say, Time

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.

Fate, Hangs, Ledge, Life, Support, Swings

Boredom is that awful state of inaction when the very medicine ― that is, activity ― which could solve it, is seen as odious. Archery? It is too cold, and besides, the butts need re-covering; the rats have been at the straw. Music? To hear it is tedious; to compose it, too taxing. And so on. Of all the afflictions, boredom is ultimately the most unmanning. Eventually, it transforms you into a great nothing who does nothing ― a cousin to sloth and a brother to melancholy.

Archery, Brother, Cousin, Medicine, Melancholy, Music

I was ever the realist, sometimes to my sorrow. But seldom to my regret.

Realist, Regret, Sometimes, Sorrow

The strong look for more strength, the weak for excuses.

Excuse, Excuses, Looks, Strength, Strong

The cure for a broken heart is simple, my lady. A hot bath and a good night's sleep.

Broken Heart, Good Night, Heart, Hot, Lady, Sleep

Yet we always envy others, comparing our shadows to their sunlit sides.

Envy, Shadow, Sides, Sunlit

What is one person's diversion may be another's supreme test.

Diversion, May, Supreme, Test, Tests

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