Françoise Quotes

“Sorrow is allowed, sorrow is advised; all we have to do is let go, all we have to do is love.”
― Grégoire Delacourt, The List of my Desires

“For her [Françoise], wealth was like a necessary condition without which virtue would lack both merit and charm. She made so little distinction between the two that she came to see their qualities as interchangeable, expecting material comfort from virtue and moral edification from wealth.”
― Marcel Proust, The Guermantes Way

“In het leven van de meeste vrouwen is alles, zelfs het ergste verdriet, uiteindelijk een kwestie van passen.”
― Marcel Proust, Le Côté de Guermantes I

“He asked me, softly, almost daring me: “Would you ever marry someone again?”

I looked him in the eye and said, boldly, “No.”

And now… now he moves like a king in a world he’s building just for me. With words that wrap around my mind, with touches that ignite my flesh, with visions that haunt my heart. He’s doing everything—everything—to earn the place I never thought anyone could claim.”
― D'los Ángeles Laureano

“He loves me when it rains...
When my silence speaks louder than my smile,
when my mood shifts without warning,
he stays — not to fix me,
but to remind me I’m not too much.

He gives me reassurance,
soft as the sound of rain against glass,
that he loves me,
that he cares for me,
that I’m still wanted even when I withdraw.

He loves me when it rains —
and it rains in my mind, in my heart,
in my soul, in my spirit,
and on the trembling surface of my flesh.

He loves me when I go numb,
when I build walls made of thunder,
when I push him away just to see if he’ll return.

He loves me when it rains —
even when I whisper,
I don’t feel like saying I love you yet.

Still, he stays.
Still, he loves me when it rains.

And I wonder...
can I love him when it rains?
I’ve never been loved like this before —
so deeply, so patiently, so unafraid of the storm.
Maybe that’s why I question if I could ever love him the same —
not because I don’t want to,
but because I’ve only ever known love
that ran for shelter when it rained.

Yet here he is,
standing in the downpour,
teaching me that sometimes,
the truest kind of love
doesn’t wait for the rain to stop —
it learns how to bloom beneath it.”
― D'los Ángeles Laureano