In the case of the solitary, his seclusion, even when it is absolute and ends only with life itself, has often as its primary cause a disordered love… - Marcel Proust

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In the case of the solitary, his seclusion, even when it is absolute and ends only with life itself, has often as its primary cause a disordered love of the crowd, which so far overruled every other feeling that, not being able to win, when he goes out, the admiration of his hall-porter, of the passers-by, of the cabman whom he hails, he prefers not to be seen by them at all, and with that object abandons every activity that would oblige him to go out of doors.

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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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My dear Madame, I just noticed that I forgot my cane at your house yesterday; please be good enough to give it to the bearer of this letter. P.S. Kindly pardon me for disturbing you; I just found my cane.

به نظر من، فقط دو دسته آدم وجود دارند: آنهایی که بزرگوارند و آنهایی که نیستند، و من به سنی رسیده ام که دیگر باید انتخاب کرد، باید یک بار و برای همیشه تصمیم بگیری کی ها را دوست داشته باشی و کی ها را ول کنی، با آنهایی که دوست داری یکی بشوی و برای جبران وقتی که با بقیه هدر داده ای تا دم مرگ از آنها جدا نشوی.

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The thirst for something other than what we have…to bring something new, even if it is worse, some emotion, some sorrow; when our sensibility, which happiness has silenced like an idle harp, wants to resonate under some hand, even a rough one, and even if it might be broken by it.

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