“But Florentine was still riding the crest of her great wave...When it lifted her high she had to hold her breath. How could she ever again be bothered by these petty everyday cares? Would she ever again feel the old anxiety on hearing these dreadful midnight confidences, in the silence heavy with breathing? The wave that bore her was like a long, slow swell. There were hollows into which she sank with all her thoughts, all her willpower, where she was no more than a wing, a feather, a fringe, borne off ever faster, ever faster...He kissed me on the cheeks. On the eyes! "What's going to happen to us, Florentine? If your father's gone and lost his job again, we'll have to live on what you can give us, poor Florentine. We can always go back on relief...”
“My great hope would be that Quebec would realize itself fully as a distinct part of Canada, and stay Canadian, bringing to Canada a part of its richness.”
Gabrielle Roy
“Could we ever know each other in the slightest without the arts?”
Gabrielle Roy
“Florentine... Florentine Lacasse... half song, half squalor, half springtime, half misery,the young man murmured.”
Gabrielle Roy
“We're saying that Germany wants to destroy us. And right now in Germany a whole lot of good quiet people like us, no worse than we are, they're getting whipped into a frenzy by the same story. They're...”
Gabrielle Roy
“She too was standing in the lamp’s raw light. Her cheeks looked hollow, her lips too red, too bold.”
Gabrielle Roy