Author of quotes: Maurice Druon. Page 11

To hold the crown - not to put it on yourself.

Maybe Kara is that the man in the moment when it crosses the border of eternal darkness, there remains a clarity of thought?

Among their other graces fate sends us one - we do not know what we are waiting for the end.

"We all look alike, all fled as the walls of the castle, pride from the fact that we live in the world. And we have only two choices: to accept without a murmur incomprehensible inevitable or prolong the moment of happiness over the line untested. Socratic or doom, or Christian hope. You have to choose one of two dirty tricks!.. If a person does not want to give up, he finds himself isolated from other world and going crazy..."
- Do you believe in God? - suddenly he asked.
And was hoping to wait as relief, her "Yes" to confirm that belief borders on insanity.
- How can I believe in him? After all, he is killing me! - she replied. - What is this God who is said to have created me in his image, and eternity is in store for yourself? If he exists, he ain't my friend.

I was told then that Jean d'harcourt all the way stood, throwing up his head, and his hair fell on his neck, or rather, the fat folds of the neck. What could think a person like he, who is driven to death, and he never looked at the sky, as if streaming down between the roofs? Many times I wondered what can think condemned to death people in the last remaining minutes of their life?

Strange still creating man! When life smiles at him when he uses the bloom of health, when in all cases he favors when his wife and prolific in the edge of peace, shouldn't he just then from morning till night to ascend the soul to the throne of God to thank him for giving them mercy? Certainly not - he does not remember his Creator, nose and breaks all the commandments of the Lord. But, will he fall upon his mount, barely fighting his affliction, he immediately rushes to God. And prays to it, and black, and promises to mend his ways... So the Lord God rightly sends us troubles, since it's apparently the only way to force a person to return to the bosom of the Church...

No great merit to serve with all my heart the good king; following him, you are doing your duty, and it is complicated you uneasy, because you know, I feel that the things have lead to the highest good. Hard to another well to serve as a bad monarch...

... If you really have inherited the throne, he had to take care to give you enough power that with dignity sit upon this throne.

... without regret, to part with the fact that expensive, for someone who more than anything else.

Hell and heaven indistinguishable in appearance. Hell, when you wander in Paradise, and feel miserable.

We are all sinners, equally mistaken in believing that our persona is interested in someone as much alive as ourselves, - but people, of course, if they do not have any special reason to remember all too quickly forget what happens to us; and if not quite forget, then do not attribute to it the importance that, in our opinion, should be ascribed.

Each of us alone in the hour of death, and only an arrogant man thinks that if he is not alone in every instant of its existence.

When the desire comes hate, any claim nothing more than fiction, and one gets angry with another just because that is what it is.

To sacrifice is gratefully share what we have; not to deprive yourself of everything, but only to separate the part free of charge and to give in gratitude for what was given to you.