566 Quotes by Louise Penny

Character is not created in times like these. It’s revealed.

But Annie hates children.” “Well, she’s not very good with them, but I don’t think she hates them. She adores Florence and Zora.” “She has to,” said Beauvoir. “They’re family. She’s probably depending on them, in her old age. She’ll be bitter Auntie Annie, with the stale chocolates and the doorknob collection. And they’ll have to look after her. So she can’t drop them on their heads now.

This part of rue Ste.-Catherine wasn’t so much an artery as an intestine.

You have one hour to live. Who is it, exactly, you have needed all these years to forgive?” Myrna.

It seemed Yolande had become so self-absorbed she no longer existed. She’d finally absorbed herself.

Clara rocked back and forth, back and forth, cradling her loss. Earlier in the day she’d felt someone had scooped her heart and her brain right out of her body. Now they were back, but they were broken. Her brain jumped madly about the place, but always back to that one scorched spot.

You need to know this. Everything makes sense. Everything. We just don’t know how yet.

As they trudged through the snow toward Clara’s pretty little cottage, Ruth lost her footing. Haniya grabbed her before she fell. She held Ruth’s hand for the rest of the way, and wondered if maybe the key was not in being held, but in holding.

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