I would knock your head against a Wall until it was soft as a baked apple!

Love overcame reason...I had rather beg my bread with him than to be the greatest queen christened.

What had happened to our love? Somehow it had faded, or worn out, or simply withered away.

If I must die, then I will die boldly, as I have lived.

He was so much in love with me that I could have asked him for the moon and stars, and he would have gathered them for me.

In difficult times bring to mind my words and the sound of my voice. In that way, I shall always be present for you.

My own words continued to echo in my head: I shall never marry. I felt as though I had somehow crossed a vast ocean, never to return.