1,199 Quotes About Historical-fiction

Y'all have a song?'H nods. 'Bất-tơ-phơ-lai de-lồ.''Butterfly yellow? You mean yellow butterfly.'H starts to explain but pulls out her notebook. The most prepared notetaker on earth.Bướm = butterfly, vàng = yellow.

There was something uncanny about how one frail, silent stranger had united three unlikely men in delusions of superiority.

Let's play act a murder, Wadsworth.

Claude can't understand but his attempts to comfort me are endearing as they are frustrating. He is too kind to be reprimanded. He could have scolded me; many husbands in his place would have. For some reason, this gentle dove of a man will do no such thing. Instead, he pulls me into a protective embrace.

Benedick Scott was on his way to freedom or profound failure or, if the usual order of things held up, both. Two chests, strapped closed and marked for delivery to an apartment in Manhattan, sat at the end of his bed. On his person he needed only his typewriter, slung over his shoulder in a battered case. He'd stuffed the case with socks to cushion any dinging, along with his shaving kit, a worn copy of Middlemarch, and thirty-four pages of typed future.

A twinge of fear entered Gwenwhyfar’s heart. It was the first she had heard of the sea farms lying in the path of danger. She wondered what had befallen a different Norseman of her acquaintance. Had her poor bodyguard, Finn, perished in one of those raids?

Time is a funny thing. You can go through it and meddle with it, but nothing can stay permanent. So even if everything so far had not happened, time would still have managed to find a way to make all this happen.

I felt so much older now, so much more responsible. I guess that there were some positive outcomes: I knew more things than usual, and I knew that I really could accomplish anything and everything. But sometimes, all a fifteen-year-old girl wants is to stop growing. She wants time to slow down and eventually stand still where she can be young and inexperienced forever. Sometimes, she simply wants to remain a child.

Maybe I was wrong. Maybe there really is some goodness here in our world. But if goodness existed, that must mean that darkness existed as well.