Book: Another kind Boleyn

All around, too, laugh like a king made out of some noble act, I understand, others too afraid - suddenly hunting failure would anger the king. Looking from one glowing face to another, I think - what is this nonsense, our whole life depends on the mood of one person.

Waking up at dawn, to feel his closeness, the warmth of delicious, intoxicating smell of leather. I never spent the night with a man who would love me with all his heart, loved for my own sake - what kind of a dizzying feeling. To be with someone you love, and you don't need to hide his adoration, or to supersize, don't count, I just love it, my only lover, and he loves me just as passionately, of course.

I Wake up every morning to go his own way, and I any miracle might happen.

Who can keep a man for long? He is now on the crest of passion, it carries a wave of love, but in the end, the wave will break. No one can love forever.

This baby is more precious than anything in the world. It is more important than anything else. I can think only about her health and well-being. When she cries is like a knife in the heart. Can't stand even the thought that she was crying. I want to see how it grows and not be somewhere far away.

I seemed suddenly opened, what actually is the meaning of life. Not in the favor of the king or the struggle for a better position in court. Nor even that a little more to raise the prestige of our family. All of this nonsense. I want her to be happy.

In fact, I was quite happy - she opened her eyes this morning and looked at me so closely that it became clear - she recognizes me, knows I'm her mother.

I wish not to think about him. It makes no sense to be miserable. I'm just tired of it. Sounds weird, really. Tired to be unhappy.

Attachment is dangerous for peace in my soul.

The spirit of this woman as the best tempered steel, produces clean sound.

We have no time for regrets about missed opportunities. If the plan didn't work, think of another, if the sword broke, take a spare. If the step will collapse right in front of us, will cross through it and continue up. Higher and higher.

Mature and wise lady, she will not inquire the angry man about the cause of the anger.

She is looking for someone who understands how terrible the fate of women in this world are men.

You must not only possess, but also to save.