The Home For Unwanted Girls Quotes
"The rose-bug on the rose is evil; so are those who see the rose-bug, not the rose."
"I don’t make the seeds, Maggie. The flowers do."
"My family values are precisely what drives my work ethic."
"Because Pepsi is cheap and sweet and that’s why the French Canadians drink so much of it, and why they have rotten teeth."
"Excuse me," he says, abruptly standing up and leaving the room with his glass of wine.
"You can’t tease a strong work ethic out of a man’s family values."
"Sow seed generously. One for the rook, one for the crow, one to die, and one to grow."
"I’m sorry I couldn’t say good-bye, there was no time. I’ve been sent to Frelighsburg to work on my uncle’s dairy farm, under the pretext of my family needing the money."
"Pluck the feathers right out, like this. Don’t be afraid to hurt the bird. He’s already dead."
"I always wanted a daughter. I’d like to try to be a good father, Maggie."
"You were born in sin, were you not? You must never question whether you belong here."
"Your lives are worthless, and you will be treated as such."
"It’s like diving into a lake. It just has to be done."
"This is exactly where you belong. You were born in sin, were you not?"
"I’m not sure that’s an achievement on par with, say, raising children."
"You make it sound like I’m doing it on purpose!" - Maggie to Roland
"This is the third one." - Maggie on her miscarriages
"Maybe I’m not supposed to have children. I wasn’t sure I wanted any at first." - Maggie reflecting on her fertility struggles
"Stop feeling sorry for yourself." - Maman to Maggie
"They killed her giving her too much Largactil." - Elodie on Emmeline's death
"This isn’t fair!" - Elodie protesting her treatment
"You’re too much of a romantic." - Gabriel to Maggie
"We’re deciding about our future, Maggie. We’re talking about divorce." - Gabriel to Maggie
"You gave away our child." - Gabriel to Maggie
"I was a child, I wasn’t ready for marriage. So yes, I chose my family." - Maggie on her past decisions
"No one can love you like I do." - Maggie to Gabriel
"It’s over, Maggie." - Gabriel's final words to Maggie
"He ignores her and rushes past, down the stairwell with his white coat flapping behind him like a cape."
"Thank God, she murmurs, relishing her good fortune and forgetting that she neither likes nor believes in God."
"What are you doing, Daddy? Checking on your mother's herbs."
"It's a waxing moon. One must always sow seeds under a waxing moon, never waning."
"You should go back to Roland. This baby is exactly what you two need."
"You don’t understand that I want to be happy?"
"The scientists are beginning to discover the effects of lunar rhythms on the earth's magnetic fields."
"They say a potato grown in a laboratory will still show a growth rhythm that reflects the lunar pattern."
"The days trickle by lethargically, each one gloomier than the one before."
"I'm an orphan, that's why the doctor interviewed me."
"You're not getting out," Sister Ignatia interrupts.
"Your mother's dead," Sister says, her tone almost triumphant.
"I'm going to have a nap," Elodie says, taking the Pepsi over to the pullout couch.
"You have to get on with things," Marie-Claude says. "You can't stay in the past."
"I'm tired of people telling me what I can or can't do. I've had enough of that."
"You know what? Never mind this. Let's go out."
"You may not be aware that as the result of a recent government mandate, the former Saint-Sulpice Orphanage is now L’Hôpital Mentale Saint-Sulpice."
"He was trying to blow up the Dominion Textile factory, but his bomb detonated."
"She’s a few feet away, Maggie tells herself, trying to convince herself this is really happening. She’s on the other side of that door."
"Allô," Elodie says. She attempts a smile, but doesn’t meet Maggie’s eyes."
"I’m Maggie," she says, her voice sounding strange. "And this is my friend Clémentine."
"Elodie says hello, again without making eye contact with either of them."
"There’s an undeniable resemblance to Maggie’s side of the family."
"I can’t believe I’m here," Elodie says, echoing Maggie’s thoughts. "That you’re my aunt."
"It was all lies," Elodie states, her tone turning harsh."
"She’s had a hard life, Maggie. We always knew that. But she’s strong."
"I can’t even imagine what she’s been through. I don’t want to."
"No. I have a daughter, though," Elodie says, matter-of-factly. "Her name is Nancy."
"Her father was going off to Vietnam when we met. He doesn’t even know about Nancy."
"She’s very pretty and confident. She’s nothing like me at all."
"We manage," Elodie responds. "I’m on welfare, which helps."
"You don’t know how long I’ve waited for this moment," Elodie sobs.
"I’m your mother," Maggie states, more firmly this time. "You were born March 6, 1950."
"You can’t be," Elodie says, finally. "You can’t be."
"I know this is a lot to take in," she says. "You must have a million questions for me."