زمان آدم‌ها را دگرگون می‌کند اما تصویری را که از ایشان داریم ثابت نگه می‌دارد. هیچ چیزی دردناک‌تر از این تضاد میان دگرگونی آدم‌ها و ثبات خاطره نیست - Marcel Proust

And then, gradually, the memory of her would fade away, I had forgotten the girl of my dream.

A person does not, as I had imagined, stand motionless and clear before our eyes with his merits, his defects, his plans, his intentions with regard to ourselves (like a garden at which we gaze through a railing with all its borders spread out before us), but is a shadow which we can never penetrate, of which there can be no such thing as direct knowledge, with respect to which we form countless beliefs, based upon words and sometimes actions, neither of which can give us anything but inadequate and as it proves contradictory information — a shadow behind which we can alternately imagine with equal justification, that there burns the flame of hatred and of love.

Let us be grateful
to people who
make us happy;
they are the
charming gardeners
who make our
souls bloom.