Best 5 quotes of Marie-helene Bertino on MyQuotes

If you are anything other than humbled in the presence of love, you are not in the presence of love.

Once in a while, I smell Clive on my skin and it stops my day. It's a train crossing; I wait to pass. Eventually the lights stop flashing, the barriers lift. I keep moving.

Seeing his face after months was as immediate as a pointed gun.

They hurt me, these small, brutal kindnesses.

They're humble because they're in service. They know they have to practice when they are filled with love. When they are filled with bile. When the sun is out and everyone with a palpably alive soul is on the beach, they are in wood-paneled dumps, practicing. Until they ruin any chance at being substantial and there is no soul on earth who will have them.