kings

The divine right of husbands, like the divine right of kings, may, it is hoped, in this enlightened age, be contested without danger.

Death may be the King of terrors... but Jesus is the King of kings!

Pale Death beats equally at the poor man's gate and at the palaces of kings.

Who shall resist Anti-Christ when he comes if we show such patience towards the vices and crimes of his precursors? By such leniency, we encourage kings to become tyrants and tempt them to withdraw every privilege and all jurisdiction from the Churches.

War is the trade of Kings.

Mothers possess a power beyond that of a king on his throne.

He was king, if he didn__ have enemies he wasn__ doing it right.

My Crown is in my heart, not on my head:Not deck'd with Diamonds, and Indian stones:Nor to be seen: my Crown is call'd Content,A Crown it is, that seldom Kings enjoy.

Why do the Gods make kings and queens if not to protect the ones who can't protect themselves?

All living things believe in someone superior to them, and cannot live unless they blindly follow them. Then, the objects of their faith try to escape this crushing pressure by seeking another being that is more superior to them to believe in. And they, in turn, seek a stronger being still. That is how all kings are born. That is how... all gods are born. __izen

And so sepúlchred in such pomp dost lie,That kings for such a tomb would wish to die.

It's like chess, you know. The Queen saves the King.

I get depressed with these fluffy dragons and noble elves. Elves were never noble. They were cruel bastards. And I dislike heroes. You can__ trust the buggers. They always let you down. I don__ believe in the natural nobility of kings, because a large percentage of them in our history have turned out to be power-crazed idiots. And I certainly don__ believe in the wisdom of wizards. I__e worked with their modern equivalents, and I know what I__ talking about.

Totally isolated from our own culture for long periods, we became vulnerable to forgotten times and tribes re-awakening within us. Our journeys, we found, were to take us simultaneously to some of the least-charted regions of the planet and to the least-charted regions of our own minds. What began for us as the effort to capture a purely objective record of what we saw gradually dissolved into a quest, an odyssey of self-discovery which actually took place amongst the last of the lands of real living kings and queens, dragons and pirates, cannibals and headhunters, mystics and magicians.

The tall, thin serious man strode in, his dark cloak billowing so dramatically it threatened to extinguish the lamp flame with its draught. He advanced like a malevolent shadow consuming the dim orange light, filling the room with a presence almost more than human.

But what are kings, when regiment is gone,But perfect shadows in a sunshine day?- Edward II, 5.1

Perhaps you should speak more softly to me, then. Monsters are dangerous beasts, and just now kings seem to be dying like flies.

Just as well then that kings did not grow old.