"Que déjà le monde qui l'entourait n'avait plus aucune importance et que chaque nouvelle journée était comme un poids impossible à soulever. Alors, elle pleurait. Non pas qu'elle fût triste, mais pour faire passer tout ça. Les larmes, ce liquide finalement, l'aident à digérer sa caillasse et lui permettaient de respirer à nouveau"-- Ensemble, c'est tout by Anna Gavalda

That already the world which surrounded her did not have importance at all and that each new day was like a impossible weight to lift. So, she cried. No, not that she was sad, but to pass it all away. These tears, this final liquid, helped her to process her ruin and permitted her to breath anew. -- Together, this is all by Anna Gavalda

I was given this book for christmas by one of my colleagues. As you can see, the writing is beautiful but incredibly sad.