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1 " I was so happy … before.’ ‘I find that happiness can always be recollected in tranquillity, Ma’am,’ said Melbourne. Victoria put her hands down and looked up at him, her pale blue eyes searching his face. ‘You were happy too?’When Melbourne spoke, it was in the voice not of the urbane Prime Minister, but of a man of advancing years who is facing the loss of the only thing that is still capable of bringing him joy. ‘You know I was, Ma’am. "
― Daisy Goodwin , Victoria
2 " In the end to add to the sum of human knowledge is the only thing a man can be truly proud of. "
3 " i know that i am young, but i am ready for the great responsibility that lies before me. "
4 " there is nothing wrong in talking quietly; it only makes people listen harder. "
5 " i am referred to as Alexandrina Victoria. But i do not like the name Alexandrina. From now on i wish to be called Victoria. "
6 " Emma shook her head. “There are some things that a woman always keeps to herself.” She smiled at Melbourne. “I never told Portman, for example, that I only accepted him because the man I really loved could never be my husband.”“Emma!” He felt tears coming to his eyes, unbidden and unwelcome. “I had no idea.”“It was a long time ago, William, and I am not that girl any longer. But I remember how she felt.” She smiled at him. “And that is how I know that, for Victoria, they will always be your flowers. "
7 " Is that all I have to look forward to? Comfort? I think I should prefer to be happy.” “As you grow older, there is a lot to be said for being comfortable, ma’am. But I don’t expect you to believe me. When I was your age I too wanted to be happy. "
8 " stared at Victoria with great intensity. Lifting her head with an agonizing effort, she said, “To be a queen, you have to be more than a little girl with a crown.” And then Flora subsided back onto the pillows, spent, a dribble of saliva leaking from the corner of her mouth. Victoria felt Flora’s words burning across her forehead. Impulsively she reached down and picked up the invalid’s hand and pressed it to her lips. The flesh felt cold and waxy, as if already belonging to a corpse. Flora did not stir, the only sign that she was still alive the terrible rhythm of the jagged breaths. Victoria put down the cold hand and backed away towards the door. Melbourne was waiting for her outside. “You weren’t in there "
9 " the postal official, said, ‘Pray continue, Mr Hill.’ Hill took a deep breath. ‘In answer to your question, Ma’am, as to why the postage should cost the same no matter the distance travelled, I say this: should a girl in Edinburgh writing to her sweetheart in London pay more than the one who lives in Ealing? Should the merchant in Manchester pay more to write to "
10 " -Como sabéis, conocí a vuestro padre, majestad. Pero he de deciros que creo que preferiría teneros a vos a mi lado en el campo de batalla. "
11 " so glad "