In a separation it is the one who is not really in love who says the more tender things.
Marcel ProustWe say that the hour of death cannot be forecast, but when we say this we imagine that hour as placed in an obscure and distant future. It never occurs to us that it has any connection with the day already begun or that death could arrive this same afternoon, this afternoon which is so certain and which has every hour filled in advance.
Marcel ProustWe feel in one world, we think and name in another. Between the two we can set up a system of references, but we cannot fill in the gap.
Marcel Proust