"Let us be grateful to people who make us happy, they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom."
"...that melancholy which we feel when we cease to obey orders which, from one day to another, keep the future hidden, and realise that we have at last begun to live in real earnest, as a grown-up person, the life, the only life that any of us has at his disposal."
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Source: Marcel Proust (2006). “Remembrance of Things Past”, p.281, Wordsworth Editions
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