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It would be easy to be a princess if I were dressed in cloth of gold, but it is a great deal more of a triumph to be one all the time when no one knows it. There was Marie Antoinette when she was in prison and her throne was gone and she had only a black gown on, and her hair was white, and they insulted her and called her Widow Capet. She was a great deal more like a queen then than when she was so gay and everything was so grand. I like her best then. Those howling mobs of people did not frighten her. She was stronger than they were, even when they cut her head off.

A Little Princess - Frances Hodgson Burnett

« Moonlight is the proof that there will always be light in the darkness. »

Madame Élisabeth became an orphan at the age of three and was reared by her governesses. She was a stubborn child but eventually conquered her wilfulness so that gentleness and kindness became her most outstanding character traits. She was also quite playful and mischievous. Once at a party at the château of Meudon, when Élisabeth was only three, she amused herself by clinging to Louis-Auguste’s coattails, following him from room to room, refusing to let go. The courtiers noticed, and crowded around to see the sight, but pressed in on the children so tightly that Élisabeth’s safety was threatened. Louis picked her up, hoisting her on his shoulder, saying: “Gentlemen, take care you do not crush my little sister, or she will not come to see you again.”

Marie-Antoinette, Daughter of the Caesars: Her Life, Her Times, Her Legacy - Elena Maria Vidal

Harleen: So let’s start by talking about the emotions you’re feeling right now.

Joker: Stabbing. 

Harleen: Stabbing… isn’t really an emotion, it’s more of an… activity. Which I hope you don’t do to me. See, an emotion is more of a feeling. 

 Joker: Well maybe I feel stabby

Until May 9th nothing remarkable happened.  On that day, just as we were going to bed the bolts were withdrawn and some one knocked at our door.  My aunt replied that she would put on her dress; they answered that she must not be so long, and they rapped so hard that we thought the door would burst in.  She opened it when she was dressed.  They said to her: “Citoyenne, you will please come down.”“And my niece?”  "We will attend to her later.“  My aunt kissed me and told me to be calm for she would soon return.  "No, citoyenne, you will not return,” they said to her; “take your cap and come down.”  They loaded her then with insults and coarse speeches; she bore it all with patience, took her cap; kissed me again, and told me to have courage and firmness, to hope always in God, to practise the good principles of religion given me by my parents, and not to fail in the last instructions given to me by my father and by my mother.

She went out; at the foot of the stairs they asked for her pockets; there was nothing in them; this lasted a long time because the municipals had to write a procès-verbal for the discharge of her person.  At last, after countless insults, she went away with the clerk of the tribunal, in a hackney-coach, and was taken to the Conciergerie, where she passed the night.

The Ruin of a Princess, as told by The Duchesse d'Angoulême