Our desires cut across one another, and in this confused existence it is rare for happiness to coincide with the desire that clamoured for it.
Marcel ProustWe exist only by virtue of what we possess, we possess only what is really present to us, and many of our memories, our moods, our ideas sail away on a voyage of their own until they are lost to sight! Then we can no longer take them into account in the total which is our personality. But they know of secret paths by which to return to us.
Marcel ProustThere is no doubt that a person's charms are less frequently a cause of love than a remark such as: 'No, this evening I shan't be free'.
Marcel Proust