We 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 ProustA little insomnia is not without its value in making us appreciate sleep, in throwing a ray of light upon that darkness.
Marcel ProustWe scornfully decline, because of one whom we love and who will some day be of so little account, to see another who is of no account to-day, with whom we shall be in love to-morrow, with whom we might, perhaps, had we consented to see her now, have fallen in love a little earlier and who would thus have put a term to our present sufferings, bringing others, it is true, in their place.
Marcel Proust