Pleasures are like photographs: in the presence of the person we love, we take only negatives, which we develop later, at home, when we have at our d… - Marcel Proust
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Pleasures are like photographs: in the presence of the person we love, we take only negatives, which we develop later, at home, when we have at our disposal once more our inner dark room, the door of which it is strictly forbidden to open while others are present.
Valentin Louis Georges Eugène Marcel Proust (10 July 1871 – 18 November 1922) was a French novelist, essayist and critic.
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Valentin Louis Georges Eugène Marcel Proust
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Valentin Louis Georges Eugéne Marcel Proust
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Valentin Louis Georges Eugene Marcel Proust
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Valentin-Louis-Georges-Eugene-Marcel Proust
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Bernard d'Algouvres
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Valentin-Louis-Georges-Eugène-Marcel Proust
Our desires interweave with one another; and in the confusion of existence, it is seldom that a joy is promptly paired with the desire that longed for it.
And even in my most carnal desires, oriented always in a particular direction, concentrated round a single dream, I might have recognized as their primary motive an idea, an idea for which I would have laid down my life, at the innermost core of which, as in my day-dreams while I sat reading all afternoon in the garden at Combray, lay the notion of perfection.
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We do not succeed in changing things according to our desire, but gradually our desire changes. The situation that we hoped to change because it was intolerable becomes unimportant. We have not managed to surmount the obstacle, as we were absolutely determined to do, but life has taken us round it, led us past it, and then if we turn round to gaze at the remote past, we can barely catch sight of it, so imperceptible has it become.
