Your soul is a dark forest. But the trees are of a particular species, they are genealogical trees.
Marcel ProustHappiness is beneficial for the body, but it is grief that develops the powers of the mind.
Marcel ProustAt that time, he was satisfying a sensual curiosity by experiencing the pleasures of people who live for love. He had believed he could stop there, that he would not be obliged to learn their sorrows; how small a thing her charm was for him now compared with the astounding terror that extended out from it like a murky halo, the immense anguish of not knowing at every moment what she had been doing, of not possessing her everywhere and always!
Marcel Proust