"Let us be grateful to people who make us happy, they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom."
"There is in this world in which everything wears out, everything perishes, one thing that crumbles into dust, that destroys itself still more completely, leaving behind still fewer traces of itself than Beauty: namely Grief."
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Source: Marcel Proust (2016). “In Search of Lost Time: Or “Á la Recherche du temps perdu””, p.2508, Jester House Publishing
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