الحب هو المسافة التي نقطعها خلال وقت يقاس بوحدة القلب. - Marcel Proust

each one of us is not a single person, but contains many persons who have not all the same moral value

She tried to persuade them to confine their tributes to flowers and sweets, which had at least the merit of mortality; but she was never successful, and the house was gradually filled with a collection of foot-warmers, cushions, clocks, screens, barometers and vases, a constant repetition and a boundless incongruity of useless but indestructible objects.

The person with whom we are in love is to be recognised only by the intensity of the pain that we suffer.