Margaret George · 939 pages
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“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, quote from The Autobiography of Henry VIII: With Notes by His Fool, Will Somers
“Yet we always envy others, comparing our shadows to their sunlit sides.”
― Margaret George, quote from The Autobiography of Henry VIII: With Notes by His Fool, Will Somers
“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.”
― Margaret George, quote from The Autobiography of Henry VIII: With Notes by His Fool, Will Somers
“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.”
― Margaret George, quote from The Autobiography of Henry VIII: With Notes by His Fool, Will Somers
“Then it all came together—every particle of discontent, nostalgia, and resistance in England—fusing in the North. The North: two words to describe a territory and a state of mind. England was conquered and civilized from the South upwards, and as one approached the borders of Scotland—first through Yorkshire and then Durham and finally Northumberland—everything dwindled. The great forests gave way first to stunted trees and then to open, windswept moors; the towns shrank to villages and then to hamlets; cultivated fields were replaced by empty, wild spaces. Here the Cistercian monasteries flourished, they who removed themselves from the centers of civilization and relied on manual labour as a route to holiness. The sheep became scrawnier and their wool thicker, and the men became lawless and more secretive, clannish. Winter lasted eight months and even the summers were grey and raw, leading Northumberland men to claim they had “two winters—a white one and a green one.” Since ancient times these peripheral lands had gone their own way, little connected to anything further south. A few great warrior families—the Percys, the Nevilles, the Stanleys—had claimed overlordship of these dreary, cruel wastes, and through them, the Crown had demanded obeisance. But”
― Margaret George, quote from The Autobiography of Henry VIII: With Notes by His Fool, Will Somers
Margaret George
Born place: in Nashville, Tennessee, The United States
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“It was strange the way he loved her: a sidelong and almost casual love, as if loving her were simply a matter of course, too natural to mention. Like their first meeting on the steps of the gym, when he’d hardly so much as glanced at her. With David and every guy before David, what passed for love had always been eye to eye, nose to nose; she felt watched, observed, like the prize inhabitant of a zoo, and she wound up pacing, preening, watching back, to fit the part. Whereas Mike was always beside her.”
― Chad Harbach, quote from The Art of Fielding
“If the onset of wrinkles in middle age were referred to as laughter lines, then to look at him, Scott thought, Twinkle's life must have been hilarious. He had sharp eyes that often seemed to visually contradict the lack of intelligence that could be derived from listening to him talk. There might not be a lot to respect in Twinkle, but Scott liked him. He just didn't want to end up like him.”
― quote from The Elephant Tree
“Here she is, Tru who wants to pick a fight with Jake. I was wondering when she'd show up. Apparently, at 6 a.m. in a hotel restaurant.”
― Samantha Towle, quote from The Mighty Storm
“Every now and then you have to get away from that ugly Old Politics trip, or it will drive you to kicking the walls and hurling AR3's into the fireplace.”
― Hunter S. Thompson, quote from Fear and Loathing on the Campaign Trail '72
“Egyikre sem felelt. Keserűen mosolygott, és simogatta a vizes kabátját. De akkor elébe állt Geréb, széthúzta vigyorogva a száját, és kevélyes fejbólintással ezt kérdezte tőle:
- Jó volt?
Nemecsek ráemelte nagy kék szemét, és felelt.
- Jó volt - mondta csöndesen, és hozzátette: - Jó volt, sokkal jobb volt, mint a parton állni, és kinevetni engem. Inkább újesztendeig a vízben ülök nyakig, mint hogy összeszűrjem a levet a barátaim ellenségeivel. Én nem bánom, hogy a vízbe nyomtatok. A múltkor magamtól pottyantam a vízbe, akkor is láttalak a szigeten az idegenek közt. De engem meghívhattok magatok közé, hízeleghettek nekem, adhattok ajándékot, amennyit csak akartok, semmi közöm hozzátok. És ha még egyszer a vízbe nyomtok, és még százszor és ezerszer a vízbe nyomtok, akkor is eljövök ide holnap is meg holnapután is! Majd csak megbújok valahol, ahol nem vesztek észre. Nem félek én egyikőtöktől sem. És ha eljöttök hozzánk a Pál utcába, elvenni a földünket, hát majd mi is ott leszünk! És meg fogom nektek mutatni, hogy ahol mi is tízen vagyunk, ott másképpen fognak veletek beszélni, mint ahogy én most itt beszélek. Könnyű volt velem elbánni! Aki erősebb, az győz. A Pásztorok ellopták a golyóimat a Múzeum-kertben, mert ők voltak az erősebbek! Könnyű tíznek egy ellen! De én nem bánom. Engem meg is verhettek, ha úgy tetszik. Hiszen ha akartam volna, nem kellett volna a vízbe mennem. De én nem csaptam fel közétek. Inkább fojtsatok vízbe, és verjetek agyon, de én ugyan nem leszek áruló, mint valaki, aki ott áll, ni... ott...
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