"Let us be grateful to people who make us happy, they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom."
"Many years have passed since that night. The wall of the staircase up which I had watched the light of his candle gradually climb was long ago demolished. And in myself, too, many things have perished which I imagined would last for ever, and new ones have arisen, giving birth to new sorrows and new joys which in those days I could not have foreseen, just as now the old are hard to understand."
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Source: Marcel Proust (2008). “The Senses of Consciousness: Swann's Way in Half”, p.33, Lulu.com
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