"Let us be grateful to people who make us happy, they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom."
"In reality, in love there is a permanent suffering which joy neutralizes, renders virtual delays, but which can at any moment become what it would have become long earlier if one had not obtained what one wanted -- atrocious."
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Source: Marcel Proust (2015). “Swann's Way”, p.48, Vintage
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