Thursday, July 3, 2014

When We construct our lives for one person by MARCEL PROUST


We construct our lives for one person, and when at length it is ready to receive her that person does not come; presently she is dead to us, and we live on, prisoners within the walls which were intended only for her.
MARCEL PROUST,Within a Budding Grove

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