"Throughout the month of May of that year 1832, every night, in that wild garden, two human beings glowed for eachother in the darkness. It seemed to Cosette that Marius had a crown and to Marius that Cosette had a halo.
Love almost replaces thought. Love is a burning forgetfulness of everything else. To Cosette and Marius there was nothing in existance beyond Marius and Cosette. The universe around them had fallen out of sight. They lived in a golden moment. There was nothing before, nothing after. Marius scarcely thought whether Cosette had a father. He was so dazzeled, his brain was wiped clean".
- Les Miserables