Marcel Proust

Love is space and time measured by the heart.

Love is space and time measured by the heart.

Our memory is like a shop in the window of which is exposed now one, now another photograph of the read more

Our memory is like a shop in the window of which is exposed now one, now another photograph of the same person. And as a rule the most recent exhibit remains for some time the only one to be seen.

There can be no piece of mind in love, since the advantage one has secured is never anything but a read more

There can be no piece of mind in love, since the advantage one has secured is never anything but a fresh starting-point for future desires.

In a separation it is the one who is not really in love who says the more tender things.

In a separation it is the one who is not really in love who says the more tender things.

There is no man, however wise, who has not at some period of his youth said things, or lived in read more

There is no man, however wise, who has not at some period of his youth said things, or lived in a way the consciousness of which is so unpleasant to him in later life that he would gladly, if he could, expunge it from his memory.