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Marcel Proust

Swann's Way

  • Maxim Turaevmembuat kutipan7 tahun yang lalu
    And then I returned to my hawthorns, and stood before them as one stands before those
  • Robbie Tylermembuat kutipan8 bulan yang lalu
    that one must return
  • Mr Mememembuat kutipantahun lalu
    For often we find a day, in one, that has strayed from another season, and makes us live in that other, summons at once into our presence and makes us long for its peculiar pleasures, and interrupts the dreams that we were in process of weaving, by inserting, out of its turn, too early or too late, this leaf, torn from another chapter, in the interpolated calendar of Happiness.
  • Mr Mememembuat kutipantahun lalu
    A strange thing, indeed, that those words, "two or three times," nothing more than a few words, words uttered in the air, at a distance, could so lacerate a man's heart, as if they had actually pierced it, could sicken a man, like a poison that he had drunk.
  • New Neverlandermembuat kutipantahun lalu
    and of the insolent indifference of a clock that chattered on at the top of its voice as though I were not there;
  • New Neverlandermembuat kutipantahun lalu
    For many years have now elapsed since the Combray days, when, coming in from the longest and latest walks, I would still be in time to see the reflection of the sunset glowing in the panes of my bedroom window.
  • New Neverlandermembuat kutipan2 tahun yang lalu
    I would ask myself what o'clock it could be; I could hear the whistling of trains, which, now nearer and now farther off, punctuating the distance like the note of a bird in a forest, shewed me in perspective the deserted countryside through which a traveller would be hurrying towards the nearest station: the path that he followed being fixed for ever in his memory by the general excitement due to being in a strange place, to doing unusual things, to the last words of conversation, to farewells exchanged beneath an unfamiliar lamp which echoed still in his ears amid the silence of the night; and to the delightful prospect of being once again at home.
  • shanmembuat kutipan2 tahun yang lalu
    my cheek was still warm with her kiss, my body bent beneath the weight of hers. If, as would sometimes happen, she had the appearance of some woman whom I had known in waking hours, I would abandon myself altogether to the sole quest of her, like people who set out on a journey to see with their own eyes some city that they have always longed to visit, and imagine that they can taste in reality what has charmed their fancy. And then, gradually, the memory of her would dissolve and vanish, until I had forgotten the maiden of my dream.
  • Jan Nomembuat kutipan3 tahun yang lalu
    Perhaps the immobility of the things that surround us is forced upon them by our conviction that they are themselves, and not anything else, and by the immobility of our conceptions of them.
  • Rosy Antuñanomembuat kutipan3 tahun yang lalu
    making the room like one of those great open hearths which one finds in the country, or one of the canopied mantelpieces in old castles under which one sits hoping that in the world outside it is raining or snowing, hoping almost for a catastrophic deluge to add the romance of shelter and security to the comfort of a snug retreat
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