DiffidentLibraryGhost

”On his own, he was actually composed of two apparently incompatible elements. He was ironic and cordial. His indifference was loving. His mind dispensed with belief, yet his heart could not dispense with friendship. A thorough contradiction; for an affection is a conviction. This was his nature.”

And, going up to Enjolras, he whispered in his ear, ”Don’t worry.”

- Victor Hugo, Les Misérables

”He found himself wondering at times, especially in the autumn, about the wild lands, and strange visions of mountains that he had never seen came into his dreams.

He began to say to himself: ’Perhaps I shall cross the River myself one day.’ To which the other half of his mind always replied: ’Not yet.’”

"Many of those trees were my friends, creatures I had known from nut and acorn; many had voices of their own that are lost for ever now.

And there are wastes of stump and bramble where once there were singing groves.”