The time at our disposal each day is elastic the passions we feel dilate it, those that inspire us shrink it, and habit fills it. – Marcel Proust
Happiness serves hardly any other purpose than to make unhappiness possible. – Marcel Proust
A little insomnia is not without its value in making us appreciate sleep, in throwing a ray of light upon that darkness. – Marcel Proust
People do not die for us immediately, but remain bathed in a sort of aura of life which bears no relation to true immortality but through which they continue to occupy our thoughts in the same way as when they were alive. It is as though they were traveling abroad. – Marcel Proust