"Let us be grateful to people who make us happy, they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom."
"I cannot express the uneasiness caused in me by this intrusion of mystery and beauty into a room I had at last filled with myself to the point of paying no more attention to the room than to that self. The anesthetizing influence of habit having ceased, I would begin to have thoughts, and feelings, and they are such sad things."
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Source: Marcel Proust (2003). “Swann's Way”, Viking Press
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