"Travel makes one modest. You see what a tiny place you occupy in the world."
"As you get older, the heart shed its leaves like a tree. You cannot hold out against certain winds. Each day tears away a few more leaves; and then there are the storms that break off several branches at one go. And while nature’s greenery grows back again in the spring, that of the heart never grows back."
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Source: Gustave Flaubert (1993). “Madame Bovary: Patterns of Provincial Life”, Everyman's Library
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