Majesty American Royals Quotes

But we fell in love, day by day, he’d said. Real love comes from facing life together, with all its messes and surprises and joys.

A destiny was something that happened to you, that fell upon you like rain no matter how desperately you try to hide from it. But if you walked toward it with your head held high, then it wasn't your fate - it was simply your future.

When she finally lifted herself up, she was Princess Beatrice no longer. She had become Her Majesty Beatrice Regina, Queen of America, and long may she reign.

Real love comes from facing life together, with all its messes and surprises and joys.

Connor wanted to charge in like a knight in shining amour, offering to rescue her. Whereas Teddy gave her the confidence to rescue herself.

Maybe we can't care deeply about someone without being hurt by them, too.

That was what you did with family, wasn't it? You grabbed hold of them and didn't let go. You supported each other's weight, held each other up, even when you lacked the strength to stand on your own.

It’s not my fault that most things worth doing are against the rules

From now on, it's you and me.

Oh, ‘it had to be done’?” he repeated. “Daphne, some of us actually want to keep our best friends, not push them down staircases

You are as strong as you need to be.

The future didn’t belong to people like Robert anymore. It belonged to her and Teddy, to Samantha and Jeff. To their entire generation of people, who were all dreaming and fighting and doing their best to make the world a better place.

There was something heady about walking up to the mirror as a single person, only to find that when you stood a certain way, you were multiplied into an army.

Maybe it’s inevitable that we’re going to be hurt, when we let other people in. Maybe we can’t care deeply for someone without being hurt by them, too,” she said softly.

Underneath that skin they were the same, a frame of bones supporting a tangle of nerves and muscles and a steadily beating heart. It seemed ridiculous that anyone should care what color wrapped around it all.

Beatrice caught herself wondering if two people could fall in love this way-by loving the same thing so deeply that their excess love spilled over and drew them towards each other

I swear that I'll keep it safe. Everywhere I go, that part of you will come with me, and I will guard and treasure it. Always.

No matter what you do, no matter how high you climb, you’ll never have anyone to share it with,” Nina said coldly. “You’ll be completely alone.

And somehow, as she walked, each step became slightly easier than the last.

Outside, the storm must be raging-but here, in the pocket of warmth they had created, Beatrice felt safe. And loved.

Because you're you. She was struck by the utter simplicity of it.

Our problem is that you throw like—” “Don’t you dare say ‘like a girl,’ ” Beatrice cut in, and he laughed.

Team Daphne.

None of it will make you happy, since none of it will be real.

What was that saying, grief is the price we pay for love?

Nothing in life hurt more than hurting the people you loved.

Beatrice had come to understand that the human heart was a magical thing. It had so much room inside it, enough room to contain more than one love over the course of a lifetime.

It’s easier to believe in things, to believe in people, when you read about them in books. They’re so much safer when they’re fictional. The real-life ones...I’m still not sure how to handle them.

It frightened Beatrice a little, that the world was built on so many small ifs that decided people's fates. No, she thought intently, that wasn't true. From now on, Beatrice would choose her own fate.

When she was younger Beatrice had thought time moved so slowly, that a year was an eternity to wait for something. Now it felt like physics had twisted and time had accelerated, and she wasn't sure how to keep up.

You don't have to say that," she insisted. "I mean - I'll understand, if you hate me." "I could never hate you, Bee. I just...I miss you." There was no reproach in Connor's words, only a weary, unflinching truth. "I miss you, too." she said, and meant it. Beatrice's tears were coming more freely now, but that wasn't surprising. Nothing in life hurt more than hurting the people you loved. Yet Beatrice knew she had to say all of this. She and Connor had loved each other too fiercely for her to let him go without a proper goodbye. "I am...forever changed by you," she added, her voice catching. "I gave you part of my heart a long time ago, and I've never gotten it back." "You don't need it back." His voice was rough with unshed tears. "I swear that I'll keep it safe. Everywhere I go, that part of you will come with me, and I will guard and treasure it. Always." A sob escaped her chest. She hurt for Connor and with Connor and because of Connor, all at once. This wasn't how breakups were meant to go. In the movies they always seemed so hateful, with people yelling and throwing things at each other. They weren't meant to be like this, tender and gentle and full of heartache. "Okay," she replied, through her tears. "That part of my heart is yours to keep." Connor stepped back, loosening his hand from hers, and Beatrice felt the thread between them pull taut and finally snap. She imagined that she could hear it - a crisp sort of sound, like the stem of a rose being snapped in two. Her body felt strangely sore, or maybe it was her heart that felt sore, recognizing the parts of it that she had given away, forever. "You're such an amazing person, Connor. I hope you find someone who deserves you." Again he attempted a crooked smile. "It won't be easy on her, trying to live up to the queen. For a small person, you cast quite the shadow," he said, and then his features grew serious once more. "Bee - if you ever need me, I'll be there for you. You know that, right?" She swallowed against a lump in her throat. "The same promise holds for me, too. I'm always here if you need me." As she spoke, the steel panel began to lift back into the ceiling. Beatrice straightened her shoulders beneath the cool silk of the gown, drew in a breath. Somehow she managed to gather up the tattered shreds of her self-control, as if she wasn't a young woman who'd just said goodbye to her first love - to her best friend. As of she wasn't a young woman at all, but a queen.

Pat and I smiled to see a small evening bag with a short handle hooked over her left elbow. We wondered why she would carry a handbag in her own home. What would she possibly need from it? I was longing to walk over to Her Majesty, the Queen, and tell her, mother to mother, “Your Majesty, we’ve known Lady Diana quite well for the past year and a half. We’d like you to know what a truly lovely young woman your son is about to marry.” A sincere and uncontroversial prewedding remark. Unfortunately, this was not only the groom’s mother but also Her Majesty, the Queen of England. Protocol prevented our approaching her, since we had not been personally introduced. I toyed briefly with the idea of walking up to her anyway and pretending that, as an American, I didn’t know the rules. But I was afraid of a chilling rebuff and did not want to embarrass Diana, who had been kind enough to invite us. Pat did not encourage me to plunge ahead. In fact, this time he exclaimed, “Have you lost your mind?” Maybe I should have taken a chance. Too timid again! Our next glimpse of the royal family was Prince Philip, socializing a room or two away from the queen and surrounded by attractive women. He was a bit shorter than he appears in photographs, but quite handsome with a dignified presence and a regal, controlled charm. Pat was impressed by how flawlessly Prince Philip played his role as host, speaking graciously to people in small groups, then moving smoothly on to the next group, unhurried and polished. I thought he had an intimidating, wouldn’t “suffer fools gladly” air—not a person with whom one could easily make small talk, although his close friends seemed relaxed with him. It was easy to believe that he had been a stern and domineering father to Prince Charles. The Prince of Wales had seemed much warmer and more approachable.

Except Beatrice was no longer a girl who needed protecting. Connor wanted to charge in like a knight in shining armor, offering to rescue her. Whereas Teddy gave her the confidence to rescue herself.

Again Beatrice had the sense that there was something archaic and fine about Teddy, something that belonged in another century. Surrounded by all the other people at court - who made promises they never intended to keep, who operated out of pure self-interest - he shone like real gold in a sea of cheap imitation metal.

What was that saying, grief is the price we pay for love? Nina nodded slowly. She seemed pensive, all her attention curled inward. “It’s just…it’s easier to believe in things, believe in people, when you read about them in books. They’re so much safer when they’re fictional. The real-life ones…I’m still not sure how to handle them.

Beatrice hizo una referencia ante el ataúd de su padre cuando la procesión llegó a las puertas del palacio. Como insectos, las cámaras entonaron un coro de chasquidos mientras los fotógrafos se esforzaban por inmortalizar esa imagen icónica: la nueva y joven reina, inclinándose ante alguien por última vez.

Podía despedirse de la niña que había sido y darle la bienvenida a la reina Beatrice.

He made her pulse race faster, made it easier to breathe. As if she'd been trapped in a sealed room and now someone had finally thrown open a window.

Daphne had meant what she’d said at Beatrice’s engagement party: she would always be one step ahead of Nina, making her life a living hell.

King George had understood that change was an integral part of America’s DNA, that change was crucial to the nation’s success.

That was what you did with family, wasn’t it? You grabbed hold of them and didn’t let go. You supported each other’s weight, held each other up, even when you lacked the strength to stand on your own.

You lie to me and to Jeff, and most of all you lie to yourself.

Though he could be wildly adventurous, Jefferson also craved familiarity and routine. Which was why Daphne would win him in the end. She was the first, most public, and most addictive of all his habits. And she didn’t intend to let him forget it.

On November 14, 1775, Lord Dunmore, the royal governor of Virginia, made it official: And I do hereby further declare all indented Servants, Negroes, or others, (appertaining to Rebels,) free, that are able and willing to bear Arms, they joining HIS MAJESTY’S Troops as soon as may be, for the more speedily reducing this Colony to a proper Sense of their Duty, to HIS MAJESTY’S Crown and Dignity.42

It frightened Beatrice a little, that the world was built on so many small ifs that decided people’s fates.

Sometimes Daphne felt that only at moments like this, when she was somewhere public, did she truly exist. That she wasn’t real unless someone else’s eyes were on her, unless she was being seen.

everything was suddenly hushed, and languid, and warm.

A destiny was something that happened to you, that fell upon you like rain no matter how desperately you tried to hide from it. But if you walked toward it with your head held high, then it wasn’t your fate—it was simply your future.

A destiny was something that happened to you, that fell upon you like rain no matter how desperately you tried to hide from it. But if you walked toward it with your head held high, then it wasn’t your fate - it was simply your future.

love comes from facing life together, with all its messes and surprises and joys.

Beatrice's heart quelled a little, at the realization that she would dismiss a Congress her father had opened just ten months earlier.

When Jefferson had asked her to dinner, she’d known that she needed to pull out all the stops. If he didn’t invite her to Beatrice’s wedding tonight, she wasn’t sure he would.

He’d been out almost every night this week, in a group that included Sam and Marshall—and Daphne.

No. Daphne refused to accept that his love for her had just…faded away.

bronze at her shoulders to soft gold at the hem, billowed out behind her as she walked.

I’m not pretending anything.” The words came out in a whisper.

Forget Nina. Forget Jeff,” he said roughly.

I’m sure she’d respond to some big romantic gesture.” Daphne paused, trying to remember everything she knew about Samantha’s best friend. “She’s always dreamed of visiting Venice. She collects M&M’s from foreign countries. She works in a library, for god’s sake.

Forget Nina. Forget Jeff,” he said roughly. “Daphne—

Now that June 20 had been officially confirmed as the wedding date,

Daphne wrapped her arms around herself, feeling suddenly cold.

A fresh start. Daphne wouldn’t know what to do with that.

Nina had hastily changed out of her shorts and into a gown, which she’d bought online last month; after the way her last dress had been mysteriously “canceled,” she no longer trusted the boutiques in the capital.

Bee. You’re a rebel,

The tabloids would probably claim that she was dating Ethan simply out of spite, to punish Jeff for breaking up with her.

—and my reasons for hanging out with you, earlier this year, were totally messed up—

You are as strong as you need to be. And I am prouder of you than you’ll ever know.