“ If you would tell me the heart of a man, tell me not what he reads, but what he rereads. ”
It never occurs to one to think whether she is pretty or ugly. One just surrenders to her charm.
~ François Mauriac
What a fool she was ever to have imagined that there might be some place in the world where she could sink to the earth with the knowledge that there were people round her who understood, who perhaps even admired and loved her! She was fated to carry loneliness about with her as a leper carries his scabs. 'No one can do anything for me: no one can do anything against me.
No man can bear a child's cross.
I felt at one and the same time quite close, within reach of my hand, and yet an infinite distance away, an unknown world of goodness. Often Isa had said to me: 'You, who see nothing but evil.... You, who see evil everywhere....' It was true, and it was not true.
