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One of your Christian saints, Francis, prayed that God should grant him the strength to accept those things he could not change. What will happen will happen, whether I wish it or no. So, yes, I accept. It does not mean that I like it or wish it were not otherwise.”
“I have been waiting for this moment for…for longer than I can say, Jeanne. It is how it is meant to be, for good or ill.”
Im still confused who are jeane and yves? Werent we at the cave with authie and that french woman? Whayt thehell is going on????
“Oustâou,” he replied softly. “I will return home. A la perfin.” At last.
I hate the switchin of language ... Its so jarrimg.one minutse english....then french. Occational german...please pick one and stick it! It takes.time to stop and figure lut whts being said and most of thw timw I'm guessing Im about ready to give up on this book.
Shelagh shifted position, trying to get comfortable.
Another new pov scene and were what over 50% of the way though?
Bona nuèit, bona nuèit… Braves amics, pica mièja-nuèit Cal finir velhada Ejos la flassada
SInce there is no translation i assume meaning is not important? And what language is this?
“Il y avait quelqu’un dans ma chambre. Un voleur.”
It is a good thing my kindle has a translator...when it can decifer the language that is. I don't think I've ecer had to use it this much before. Really slows the pace of reading. Ive read other books that were supppsed to have multiple languages and yet it was all in English....
“It was less remarkable in times gone past,” said Simeon. “Egypt, Assyria, Rome, Babylon, these ancient cultures of which you have heard tell, accorded more respect to the female state than these dark times of ours.”
Simeon raised his head. “I don’t understand,” he replied in Yiddish.
Finially I dont have to look up a translation...
“Words are our only weapons against the lies of history.
“After eight hundred years? The truth might be buried too deep.” Jeanne hesitated. “And perhaps it is better that way. Some secrets are better for remaining hidden.”
There was no nobility in war. Only suffering.
History is written by the victorious, the liars, the strongest, the most determined. Truth is found most often in the silence, in the quiet places.”
the real Grail lies in the love handed down from generation to generation, the words spoken by father to son, mother to daughter. The truth lies all about us. In the stones, in the rocks, in the changing pattern of the mountain seasons. Through the shared stories of our past, we do not die.
