To learn to read is to light a fire; every syllable that is spelled out is a spark.
A little girl without a doll is almost as unhappy, and quite as impossible, as a woman without children." from chapter VIII of Les Miserables
We are not loved by our friends for what we are; rather, we are loved in spite of what we are.
Nobody loves the light like the blind man.
The realities of life do not allow themselves to be forgotten.
Great griefs exhaust. They discourage us with life. The man into whom they enter feels something taken from him. In youth, their visit is sad; later on, it is ominous.