A woman whom we love seldom satisfies all our needs, and we deceive her with a woman we do not love. - Marcel Proust

If we find as many surprises as on visiting a house of plain exterior which inside is full of hidden treasures, torture-chambers, skeletons, when we discover the true lives of other people, the real beneath the apparent universe, we are no less surprised if, in place of the image that we have made of ourself with the help of all the things that people have said to us, we learn from the terms in which they speak of us in our absence what an entirely different image they have been carrying in their own minds of us and of our life

... the idea that 'Life' contains situations more interesting and more romantic than all the romances ever written.

It is often hard to bear the tears that we ourselves have caused.