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" The fault lies with us, and only us. It’s not fate, not genetics, not bad luck, and it’s definitely not Mom and Dad. Ultimately it’s us and our choices. But, but’ – now her eyes shone and she almost vibrated with excitement – ‘the most powerful, spectacular thing is that the solution rests with us as well. We’re the only ones who can change our lives, turn them around. So all those years waiting for someone else to do it are wasted. I used to love talking about this with Timmer. Now there was a bright woman. I miss her.’ Myrna threw herself back in her chair. ‘The vast majority of troubled people don’t get it. The fault is here, but so is the solution. That’s the grace. "
― Louise Penny , Still Life (Chief Inspector Armand Gamache, #1)
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" Clara gawked. Like Myrna herself, her bouquets were huge, effusive and unexpected. This one contained oak and maple branches, bulrushes from the Riviere Bella Bella which ran behind Myrna’s bookshop, apple branches with a couple of McIntoshes still on them, and great armfuls of herbs. ‘What’s this?’ ‘Where?’ ‘Here, in the middle of the arrangement.’ ‘A kielbassa.’ ‘A sausage?’ ‘Hummuh, and look in there,’ Myrna pointed into the tangle. ‘The Collected Works of W. H. Auden,’ Clara read. ‘You’re kidding.’ ‘It’s for the boys.’ ‘What else is in there?’ Clara scanned the immense arrangement. ‘Denzel Washington. But don’t tell Gabri. "
― Louise Penny , Still Life (Chief Inspector Armand Gamache, #1)