Quotes from Louise Penny

Anything could happen to anyone, at any moment. What made a place safe were the people. The caring. The kindness. The helping. Sometimes the mourning. And often the forgiveness.

Home as an allegory for self. A self-portrait of our choices. And our blind spots.

Why did you say he was dead?" Marc asked. If he hadn't Beauvoir would have. He'd always thought his own family more than a little odd. Never a whisper, never a calm conversation. Everything was charged, kinetic. Voices raised, shouting, yelling. Always in each other's faces, in each other's lives. It was a mess. He'd yearned for calm, for peace, and had found it in Enid. Their lives were relaxed, soothing, never going too far, or getting too close.

Your beliefs become your thoughts Your thoughts become your words Your words become your actions Your actions become your destiny. Mahatma Gandhi,' he said. 'There's

Y las bibliotecas: silenciosas, tranquilas. Un refugio para el caos de la vida adolescente.

when put in a room with both parents, would almost always embrace the abuser.

Greek for 'breath.' The monks who first wrote down the chants believed that the deeper we breathe the more we draw God into ourselves. And there's no deeper breath than when we're singing. Have you ever noticed that the deeper you breathe, the calmer you get?" the monk asked.

A Brave Man in a Brave Country Surprised

Highway 362 hugged the cliffs and followed the St. Lawrence. And just before the village of Les Éboulements, she pulled over.

As a child, Billy had held his grandfather's calloused hand, and together they'd walked through the forest, the old man touching the trees and describing their character. From him, young Billy learned that trees had feelings and personalities of their own.

Surprised by Joy Professor

place / To enter into the days of your togetherness.

His magical thinking allowed him to be surprised that when such a good soul dies it isn't remarked. The bells of the church didn't set themselves off. The mice and deer didn't cry out. The earth didn't shudder. It should have.

There is a balm in Gilead to make the wounded whole".

But he'd never forgotten. That moment. When he'd met kindness for the first time. And been shown the path to wisdom in four simple, though not easy, sentences.

fear was what drove most people to kill. It was what nested below all the other emotions. It was what twisted and turned the other emotions into something sick. It was an alchemist and could turn daylight into night, joy into despair. Fear, once taken root, blocked the sun. And Gamache knew what grew in that darkness. He searched for it every day.

I think many people love their problems. Gives them all sorts of excuses for not growing

Told them to have more and more babies. Kept them pregnant and poor and ignorant.

She never had to save herself. She never knew she could.

her face set in a pleasant smile with a base note of smoky resentment and a hint of smug.

It seemed like a coincidence, but in Gamache's experience, almost everything that happened was the end result of a series of apparently unconnected events. Often set in motion years earlier. Remove one, and the thing did not happen.

Everyone, he knew, had one. A locked room. Either in their home, or their head, or their heart. Where things that should never see the light of day lived, and waited. For their chance to escape.

the new notebooks. Always strangely thrilling. Unmarred. No mistakes yet. All they held was promise and potential.

could be so much deliberate cruelty and so much kindness in one species.