Art is not alone in imparting charm and mystery to the most insignificant things; pain is endowed with the same power to bring them into intimate rel… - Marcel Proust

For there is in this world in which everything wears out, everything perishes, one thing that crumbles into dust, that destroys itself still more completely, leaving behind still fewer traces of itself than Beauty: namely Grief.

Sadists of Mlle Vinteuil's sort are creatures so purely sentimental, so naturally virtuous, that even sensual pleasure appears to them as something bad, the prerogative of the wicked. And when they allow themselves for a moment to enjoy it they endeavour to impersonate, to identify with, the wicked, and to make their partners do likewise, in order to gain the momentary illusion of having escaped beyond the control of their own gentle and scrupulous natures into the inhuman world of pleasure.

این باور که کسی زندگی ناشناسی دارد که با دل‌بستن به او به آن راه توانیم یافت برای عشق از همه‌ی شرط‌هایی که دارد تا پدید آید مهم‌تر است، که اگر این باشد از بقیه به آسانی خواهد گذشت