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Posts tagged quotes
The comtesse d’Artois gave birth on the sixth at three forty-five as easily as possible … I spent the entire time in her room: I need not tell my dear Mama how I suffered in seeing an heir who isn’t mine; but I still managed not to forget any attention due to the mother and child.
—Marie Antoinette to Maria Theresa, 12 August 1775
[translation: Olivier Bernier, Secrets of Marie Antoinette]
[With] the advent of a more rustic style, infinitely easier to copy than a lavish robe a la francaise, women’s costume no longer transmitted reliable messages about background and class. Like Marie Antoinette’s playful adoption of menial roles on the stage at the Petit Trianon, this trend suggested an unsettling possibility for confusion between high and low, princess and peasant.
—Queen of Fashion: What Marie Antoinette Wore to the Revolution by Caroline Weber
“Adieu–” He uttered that “adieu” in so expressive a manner that the sobs redoubled. Madame Royale fell fainting at the king’s feet, which she clasped; I raised her and helped Madame Élisabeth to hold her. The king, wishing to put an end to this heart-rending scene, gave them all a most tender embrace, and then had the strength to tear himself from their arms.
"Adieu–adieu," he said, and re-entered his chamber.
-from the narrative of of Jean-Baptiste Cléry
[image: Bibliothèque nationale de France, département Estampes et photographie]
According to the memoirs of the Prince de Ligne, the Emperor [Joseph II] was astonished that considering the ‘surroundings of the Queen and the air of license which reigned at the Court, she had preserved her virtue. Her tact impressed him as much as her majesty. It was as impossible to forget it as to forget himself. In her presence too much freedom [of behavior] could not be risked, nor too naughty a story be told.’
—Marie Antoinette by Dorothy Moulton Mayer
Their written memories add suffering faces to the canvas of lofty thinkers and fiery orators who dominate traditional historiography of the Revolution. They give flesh and blood to the people—not the “people” construed … as a sovereign community, nor “man” with his rights and responsibilities, nor even the tricoloured mobs … but individual people, female and male, old and young, Parisians and provincials, aristocrats and peasants, with their personal grievances and hopes. …
Devoid of political rights, they claimed the right to remember and to transmit their memories, however personal, to their descendants. Though they have never been fully appreciated for their historical, literary and moral worth, their memoirs still constitute a valuable verbal legacy.
—Blood Sisters: The French Revolution in Women’s Memory by Marilyn Yalom
… He returned immediately to me, but in a state of agitation which showed that he was wounded to the soul.
"Oh, sir!" cried he, throwing himself into a chair, "what an interview have I gone through. Why should I love so tenderly, and why should I be so tenderly beloved?"
—the memoirs of the the Abbé Edgeworth
[image: King Louis XVI of France Saying Farewell to His Family by by Mather Brown, 18th century]