"Let us be grateful to people who make us happy, they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom."
"People do not die for us immediately, but remain bathed in a sort of aura of life which bears no relation to true immortality but through which they continue to occupy our thoughts in the same way as when they were alive. It is as though they were traveling abroad."
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Source: Marcel Proust (1982). “Remembrance of Things Past: The captive. The fugitive. Time regained”, Vintage
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