Navarre Quotes & Sayings

And then she was lying naked beneath the rain and the storm, the angry heavens and Simon of Navarre's golden eyes. — Anne Stuart

Never shall a man attain to the perfect love of God who has not loved to perfection some creature in this world. — Marguerite De Navarre

He was lost, captured by an innocent, destroyed by a would-be nun, and there was no way the monster, Simon of Navarre, Richard the Fair's Grendel, would ever be the same. — Anne Stuart

He tries to peel the image from the sticky yellow backing, to show her the next time he sees her, but it clings stubbornly, refusing to detach cleanly from the past. — Jhumpa Lahiri

People pretend not to like grapes when the vines are too high for them to reach. — Marguerite De Navarre

Rugby is great. The players don't wear helmets or padding; they just beat the living daylights out of each other and then go for a beer. I love that. — Joe Theismann

Man is wise ... when he recognizes no greater enemy than himself. — Marguerite De Navarre

Though I loved books as a young boy, I loved sports even more. I wanted to be a quarterback in the CFL. — David Bergen

But whom could I resent?...the wheel of history turned by those war- and peacemakers whom I did not know? — Uyen Nicole Duong

When one has one good day in the year, one is not wholly unfortunate. — Marguerite De Navarre

Some there are who are much more ashamed of confessing a sin than of committing it. — Marguerite De Navarre

The whore or the saint: these seemed to be the prototypes set up by the Church's historic misogyny. But was there no alternative model to follow?

Yes, for Anne had seen for herself that it was possible to be an independent thinker, set free from the pattern of sinful Eve or patient Griselda. She had been in the company of clever, strong-willed women like the Regent Margaret of Austria and Margaret of Navarre. The influence of evangelism had enabled women of character to take an alternative path, one that offered Anne Boleyn a different future. — Joanna Denny

Though jealousy be produced by love, as ashes are by fire, yet jealousy extinguishes love as ashes smother the flame ... — Marguerite De Navarre

All I said to you, all i did for you, seems so silly to me now. — Tegan Quin

I have heard much of these languishing lovers, but I never yet saw one of them die for love. — Marguerite De Navarre

Excuse me. I didn't know I was talking to a master."
"Tres Navarre," I said. "I usually wear a t-shirt, says 'Master.' It's in the wash. — Rick Riordan

You look good as a Pirate." Erin
"Ahoy, matey," he said, laying her back against the grass. "Me cap'n's ship needs a port." V' Aidan
"Me cap'n's port needs a ship." Erin — Sherrilyn Kenyon

Why would I go looking for someone I know wants to kill me? — J.K. Rowling

I asked her whether, like Marguerite de Navarre, she had their hearts embalmed and hung at her girdle. She told me she didn't, because none of them had had any hearts at all. — Oscar Wilde

Gerry reached up to smooth a bit of that snowy mane. The strands slipped through his fingers like silk to reveal a witch's mark, a spiral of olive-green stones that seemed to be a part of Ghost's very forehead, shining against the translucent skin. Gerry had seen such marks before, peculiar glyphs burned into a witch's skin in vibrant jewel-tone inks to offer protection or enhance their power, or so the witches claimed. This was the first time he had seen actual jewels used, though. He thought it was beautiful, exotic like all of Ghost, with that white hair and those ice blue eyes. Gerry returned to admiring the peaceful face resting on his shoulder. — Morwen Navarre

And, anyway, no matter how much you may behave like the deaf adder of Scripture which, as you are doubtless aware, the more one piped, the less it danced, or words to that effect, I shall carry on as planned. — P.G. Wodehouse

God always helps madmen, lovers, and drunkards. — Marguerite De Navarre

Spite will make a woman do more than love. — Marguerite De Navarre

Nothing is distinct and separate. — Frederick Lenz

I have a lot of beliefs, and I live by none of them. — Louis C.K.

In India, kids need someone to look up to. They've got it in cricket: they have Tendulkar and others. — Ian Rush

Obviously the household of Richard the Fair was unused to hearing the magician laugh. Even Richard himself stopped pawing his willing partner to stare at Simon of Navarre. "Something amuses you, my Grendel?" he demanded.
"You have been gracious enough to gift me with a clever wife," Simon said.
"A clever woman is a curse," Richard said flatly, eyeing Alys with profound distrust. "Change your mind, my friend. Choose the pretty one."
"My lord," said Simon, "I did. — Anne Stuart

Blessed ... is he who has it in his power to do evil, yet does it not. — Marguerite De Navarre

I suppose you will continue to screw things up unless I level with you, Navarre. Or unless I get someone to throw you in jail."
"Most likely."
"Goddamn your father."
"Amen. — Rick Riordan

In Paris in 1964 was the first time I ever heard Dylan at all. Paul got the record (The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan) from a French DJ. For three weeks in Paris we didn't stop playing it. We all went potty about Dylan. — John Lennon

Don't they feed you at Navarre house?"
"They throw out some gruel between the indoctrination sessions and propaganda films. Then we're off marching around the grounds and the recitation of sonnets to Celina's loveliness. — Chloe Neill

I'd rather climb 14a and eat whatever I want than climb 14d and measure out my food. — Sonnie Trotter

Constrain the user's expectations to match the abilities of the software. — Bruce Tognazzini

He would die at her hands. He knew it, with sudden lightening clarity. The man he had struggled so hard to become, the all-powerful, all-knowing Simon of Navarre, would be destroyed by a woman's heart. — Anne Stuart

Candor is never indiscreet. Truth, which is to say, the reflection of life, is beautiful. — Jack Vance

Ghost shook his head as he sat on the very edge of the bed, poised to take flight if need be. The spiral under his hair felt warm, almost painful, but he resisted the urge to rub it. It never helped when he did, and he was not sure what Gerry would do if the man saw it. The Witch had a symbol she called a triskele, the ink a vivid scarlet still, but no male that had ever come for healing bore a mark like hers, or like his. He had never found the words to ask the Witch about it, about why he was marked like a witch. — Morwen Navarre

I stood there for a moment, playing emotional catch-up.He drove down from the Navarre House just to surprise me with flowers.And not It's -Valentines's Day-and-I-feel-olbligated flowers.These were just-because flowers. — Chloe Neill

I never knew a mocker who was not mocked, a deceiver who was not deceived, or a proud man who was not humbled. — Marguerite De Navarre