Saturday, December 9, 2017

love Lives Always by Marcel Proust

When the heartstrings, which contentment has silenced,
like a harp laid by, yearn to be plucked and sounded
again by some hand, however rough, even if it should
break them.
Marcel Proust, In Search of Lost Time

Love, ever unsatisfied, lives always
in the moment that is about to come.
Marcel Proust

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