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“Our shadows, now parallel, now close together and joined, traced an exquisite pattern at our feet.”
― Marcel Proust, The Captive / The Fugitive

“I could no longer desire physically without feeling a need for her, without suffering from her absence.”
― Marcel Proust, The Captive / The Fugitive

“And in love, it is easier to relinquish a feeling than to give up a habit.”
― Marcel Proust, The Captive / The Fugitive

“I spent many a charming evening talking and playing with Albertine, but none so sweet as when I was watching her sleep.”
― Marcel Proust, The Captive / The Fugitive

“Homosexuals would be the best husbands in the world if they did not put on an act of loving other women.”
― Marcel Proust, The Captive / The Fugitive

“But I consoled myself with the reflexion that in spite of everything she was for me the real point of intersection between reality and dream.”
― Marcel Proust, The Captive / The Fugitive

“She was capable of causing me pain, but no longer any joy. Pain alone kept my wearisome attachment alive.”
― Marcel Proust, The Captive / The Fugitive

“One wants to be understood because one wants to be loved, and one wants to be loved because one loves.”
― Marcel Proust, The Captive / The Fugitive

“As with the future, it is not all at once but grain by grain that one savours the past.”
― Marcel Proust, The Captive / The Fugitive

“When one is alone, imperfection must be endured every minute of the day; a couple, however, does not have to put up with it. Aren’t our eyes made to be torn out, and our hearts for the same purpose? At the same time it’s really not that bad; that’s an exaggeration and a lie, everything is exaggeration, the only truth is longing. But even the truth of longing is not so much its own truth; it’s really an expression for everything else, which is a lie. This sounds crazy and distorted, but it’s true. Moreover, perhaps it isn’t love when I say you are what I love the most - you are the knife I turn inside myself, this is love. This, my dear, is love.”
― Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena