Sad Cypress (Hercule Poirot, #22)

by Agatha Christie

“Aunt Laura, tell me, honestly, do you think love is ever a happy thing?” Mrs. Welman’s face became grave. “In the sense you mean, Elinor—no, probably not… To care passionately for another human creature brings always more sorrow than joy; but all the same, Elinor, one would not be without that experience. Anyone who has never really loved has never really lived….”