Love is a boaster at heart, who cannot hide the stolen horse without giving a glimpse of the bridle. Mary Renault More Quotes by Mary Renault More Quotes From Mary Renault I thought, There goes my lord, whom I was born to follow. I have found a King. And, I said to myself, looking after him as he walked away, I will have him, if I die for it. Mary Renault bornkingslord At the stair-foot Hephaistion was waiting. He happened to be there, as he happened to have a ball handy if Alexander wanted a game, or water if he was thirsty; not by calculation, but in a constant awareness by which no smallest trifle was missed. Now, when he came down the stairs with a shut mouth and blue lines under his eyes, Hephaistion received some mute signal he understood, and fell into step beside him. Mary Renault eyegamesblue True friends share everything, except the past before they met. Mary Renault true-friendsharepast Miss Searle had always considered boredom an intellectual defeat. Mary Renault boredomblessingmissing What keeps the democracy alive at all but the hatred of excellence; the desire of the base to see no head higher than their own? Mary Renault democracyexcellencehatred When we serve the great, they are our destiny. Mary Renault our-destinydestiny Each man in his life honors, and imitates as well as he can, that god to whose choir he belonged, while he is uncorrupted in his first incarnation here; and in the fashion he has thus learned, he bears himself to his beloved as well as to the rest. So, then, each chooses from among the beautiful a love conforming to his kind, and then, as if his chosen were his god, he sets him up and robes him for worship. Mary Renault fashionbeautifulmen By her shining and her power he knew her. Mary Renault shiningheartlove
