"Let us be grateful to people who make us happy, they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom."
"In a language known to us, we have substituted the opacity of the sounds with the transparence of the ideas. But a language we donot know is a closed place in which the one we love can deceive us, making us, locked outside and convulsed in our impotence, incapable of seeing or preventing anything."
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Source: Marcel Proust (2016). “In Search of Lost Time: Or “Á la Recherche du temps perdu””, p.102, Jester House Publishing
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