Quotes About Love

Armand Gamache was never more glad he'd married this woman, who made his battles theirs.

And this was what a couple of that age looked like. If they were lucky.

but you can never say it too often. You can never let someone know too often that they're precious, that they're missed.

The memory of the heart was far stronger than whatever was kept in the mind. The question was, what did people keep in their heart?

You are a man with a protective instinct. To care that deeply is a blessing. But like most blessings, it can also be a curse.

Far greater than Gamache's anger was his caring.

Now there will be no more loneliness," said the minister, as he gave his final blessing on the couple. Go now to your dwelling place to enter into the days of your togetherness. And may your days be good and long upon the earth.

Would he love this place less because he needed it less? Again he looked at Three Pines, the little village lost in the valley and felt the familiar lifting of his heart. But would it lift if there was no load? Was the final fear that, in losing his fears, he would also lose his joy?

For Armand Gamache knew what not-nice was. He knew what cruelty, despair, horror were. And he knew what a forgotten, and precious quality 'nice'was.

When Peter walked into a room he always swept it until he found Clara. And then he relaxed.

life is loss,' said Myrna after a moment. 'Loss of parents, loss of loves, loss of jobs. So we have to find a higher meaning in our lives than these things and people. Otherwise we'll lose ourselves.

We love life, thought Reine-Marie as she watched Ruth and Rosa sitting side by side, not because we are used to living, but because we are used to loving. Nietzsche. How Armand would kid her if he knew she was quoting Nietzsche, even to herself.

Now you will feel no rain / For each of you will be shelter for the other, Armand thought as he too got to his feet. It was the First Nations blessing he and Reine-Marie had had read at their wedding. Now there is no more loneliness. Go now to your dwelling place / To enter into the days of your togetherness.

Now you will feel no rain, for each of you will be shelter for the other," Gamache quoted. Now you will feel no cold For each of you will be warmth for the other Now there is no loneliness for you Now there is no more loneliness Now there is no more loneliness.

She closed her eyes and felt him inside her skin. Where he was vibrant and smart and irreverent and loving. She saw his smile, heard his laugh. Felt his hands. Felt his body. Now he was gone. But he hadn't left. And she sometimes wondered if that was him, beating on her heart. And she wondered what would happen if he stopped. Every night she came here. Parked. And stared at the window. Hoping to see some sign of life.

Michael Brebeuf had long hated Armand. But he had loved him even longer.

You gave him The Gashlycrumb Tinies?" asked Stephen. "By Edward Gorey? Oh, I think I really do love you," he said to Ruth.

No learning curve at all, marveled Gamache. But he realized Henri already knew all he'd ever need. He knew he was loved. And he knew how to love.

And her arms would open wide, in welcome. It seemed involuntary, as though her mother were exposing her heart to her daughter.

You're wrong there,' said Ruth, following Myrna's gaze. 'This used to be my drug of choice. In my teens my drug of choice was acceptance, in my twenties it was approval, in my thirties it was love, in my forties it was Scotch. That lasted a while,' she admitted. 'Now all I really crave is a good bowel movement.

How isolating that must be, she thought. But we all seek solace somewhere. Some in friendships and family and beliefs. Some in drugs, in a bottle, in food or gambling or good deeds. And some in casual sex. It masqueraded as human contact, but was closer to loathing than liking. And certainly wasn't love. On

And now here is my secret, a very simple secret. It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye. Armand

If love was compass enough," said Armand quietly, "there would be no missing children.

And I would never, ever mock the power of love. But it can also distort. Slip over into desperation and delusion.