Važiavau ne tomis pačiomis gatvėmis, kuriomis vaikščiojo tądien praeiviai, o slidžia, liūdna ir švelnia praeitim. Beje, ji buvo sudaryta iš šitiekos … - Marcel Proust
" "Važiavau ne tomis pačiomis gatvėmis, kuriomis vaikščiojo tądien praeiviai, o slidžia, liūdna ir švelnia praeitim. Beje, ji buvo sudaryta iš šitiekos skirtingų praeičių, kad man buvo sunku suvokti savo liūdesio priežastį <...>.
About Marcel Proust
Valentin Louis Georges Eugène Marcel Proust (10 July 1871 – 18 November 1922) was a French novelist, essayist and critic.
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For, medicine being a compendium of the successive and contradictory mistakes of medical practitioners, when we summon the wisest of them to our aid, the chances are that we may be relying on a scientific truth the error of which will be recognized in a few years’ time. So that to believe in medicine would be the height of folly, if not to believe in it were not greater folly still, for from this mass of errors there have emerged in the course of time many truths.
Sometimes, on days when the weather was beyond redemption, mere residence in the house, situated in the midst of a steady and continuous rain, had all the gliding ease, the soothing silence, the interest of a sea voyage; another time, on a bright day, to lie still in bed was to let the lights and shadows play around me as round a tree trunk.
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La realité que j'avais connue n'existait plus. Il suffisait que Mme Swann n'arrivât pas toute pareille au même moment, pour que l'Avenue fût autre. Les lieux que nous avons connus n'appartiennent pas qu'au monde de l'espace où nous les situons pour plus de facilité. Ils n'étaient qu’une mince tranche au milieu d'impressions contiguës qui formaient notre vie d'alors ; le souvenir d'une certaine image n'est que le regret d'un certain instant ; et les maisons, les routes, les avenues, sont fugitives, hélas! comme les années.