" Yes, perhaps what she was looking for among the children was shelter. Their light precarious breath, their small hands holding one's own. And the fact that only important things are important to them. Love, for example, she can't help still believing in it, somewhat. When doubts came--love, what is it? can it help to shift a single speck of dust?--then sometimes she thought back to the little schoolhouse... "

― Christa Wolf , The Quest for Christa T.