The world swells love with its riches

We think that it is love that gives the world all its brilliance, but the world, too, swells love with its riches. Love was dead, yet the earth was still there, intact, with its secret songs, its smells, its tenderness. I felt strangely moved, like the convalescent who discovers that during his illness the sun hasn't gone out.

Simone de Beauvoir, The Mandarins (Harper Perennial Modern Classics, 2005) p. 678