But,instead of what our imagination makes us suppose and which we worthless try to discover,life gives us something that we could hardly imagine.
Marcel ProustMay you always see a blue sky overhead, my young friend; and then, even when the time comes, as it has come for me now, when the woods are black, when night is fast falling, you will be able to console yourself, as I do, by looking up at the sky.
Marcel ProustWe only really know what is new, what suddenly introduces to our sensibility a change of tone which strikes us, that for which habit has not yet substituted its pale fac-similes.
Marcel Proust