Juny

“One doesn’t just chuck away the story of one’s life, however much one wishes it had read differently.”
― Eloise Jarvis McGraw, Greensleeves

“Every day you seem to know less and less about more and more”
― P.G. Wodehouse

“The object of all good literature is to purge the soul of its petty troubles.”
― P.G. Wodehouse

“My princess," began Mara, then found she could not speak the crushing phrases. "His Highness sends his warmest regards," she finished.
She had the satisfaction of seeing Ianni's face come back to life; the great dark eyes lost their look of suffering and turned hopefully toward the king. Mara turned to him too, well-pleased with her merciful little lie. But one look at his startled face froze the blood in her veins. What a fool she was! Of course, he had understood every word she said.
"Son of Pharaoh, live forever!" she gasped. "I crave pardon-- I could not believe you meant to wound this princess, however lowly--"
"You mean you forgot that I could understand," retorted Thutmose.”
― Eloise Jarvis McGraw