[A]s though mindful of the wife of Lot, who looked back from behind him, thou deliveredst me first to the sacred garments and monastic profession before thou gravest thyself to God. And for that in this one thing thou shouldst have had little trust in me, I vehemently grieved and was ashamed. For I (God [knows]) would without hesitation precede or follow thee to the Vulcanize fires according to thy word. For not with me was my heart, but with thee. But now, more than ever, if it is not with thee, it is nowhere. For without thee it cannot anywhere exist.

— Héloïse d'Argenteuil

If the portraits of our absent friends are pleasant to us, which renew our memory of them and relieve our regret for their absence by a false and empty consolation, how much more pleasant are letters which bring us the written characters of the absent friend.

— Héloïse d'Argenteuil

[I’t is not by being richer or more powerful that a man becomes better; one is a matter of fortune, the other of virtue. Nor should she deem herself other than venal who weds a rich man rather than a poor, and desires more things in her husband than himself. Assuredly, whomsoever this concupiscence leads into marriage deserves payment rather than affection.

— Héloïse d'Argenteuil

Let me have a faithful account of all that concerns you; I would know everything, be it ever so unfortunate. Perhaps by mingling my sighs with yours I may make your sufferings less, for it is said that all sorrows divided are made lighter.

— Héloïse d'Argenteuil

Would that thy love, beloved, had less trust in me, that it might be more anxious!

— Héloïse d'Argenteuil