Ruth Zardo Quotes

“Who hurt you, once,
so far beyond repair
that you would meet each overture
with curling lip?
While we, who knew you well,
your friends, (the focus of your scorn)
could see your courage in the face of fear,
your wit, and thoughtfulness,
and will remember you
with something close to love.”
― Louise Penny, Bury Your Dead

“Now here's a good one:
you're lying on your deathbed.
You have one hour to live.
Who is it, exactly, you have needed
all these years to forgive?”
― Margaret Atwood, Morning in the Burned House: Poems

“I just sit where I'm put, composed
of stone and wishful thinking:
That the deity that kills for pleasure will also heal,
That in the midst of your nightmare,
the final one, a kind lion will pick your soul up gently
by the nape of the neck,
And caress you into darkness and paradise.”
― Louise Penny, All the Devils Are Here

“I'm glad you keep the dumb beast on a leash. He's a menace.'

Gamache turned to see Ruth and Rosa closing in on them over the frozen road.

[...]

'Henri is not a dumb beast, Madame,' said Gamache.

'I know that,' snapped the poet. 'I was TALKING to Henri.”
― Louise Penny, How the Light Gets In

“I just sit where I’m put, composed
of stone and wishful thinking:
That the deity that kills for pleasure will also heal,
That in the midst of your nightmare,
the final one, a kind lion will come with bandages in her mouth
And lick you clean of fever,
And pick your soul up gently by the nape of the neck,
And caress you into darkness and paradise.”
― Louise Penny, All the Devils Are Here

“I'm glad you keep the dumb beast on a leash. He's a menace.'

Gamache turned to see Ruth and Rosa closing in on them over the frozen road.

'Henri is not a dumb beast, Madame,' said Gamache.

'I know that,' snapped the poet. 'I was TALKING to Henri.”
― Louise Penny, How the Light Gets In

“Small puffs came from Ruth's mouth, and he presumed it was a chuckle. Or sulfur.”
― Louise Penny, How the Light Gets In

“As much fun as it would be to arrest Ruth for murder, he had to grudgingly give up that idea.”
― Louise Penny, How the Light Gets In

“So serious was the suddenly and suspiciously sober poet, that she'd forgotten to forget Myrna's name.”
― Louise Penny, How the Light Gets In

“More frightening than the thought was Ruth's use of Myrna's actual name. So serious was the suddenly and suspiciously sober poet, that she'd forgotten to forget Myrna's name.”
― Louise Penny, How the Light Gets In