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In The Shadow of Young Girls in Flower

In Search of Lost Time Volume II: In the Shadow of Young Girls in Flower, Marcel Proust

The epic read continues… Overall this second volume was more enjoyable than the first, although perhaps not as beautiful. The book has the tone of memory; the best way I can describe it is that the narrator has tinted everything to a certain hue. And I definitely get the impression I have met some characters that come to be very important in the future. I struggled with keeping the names of everyone straight but I think its understandable with Proust’s 10000+ creations!

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Still coming towards me, [the trees] might have been some mythological apparition, a coven of witches, a group of Norns propounding oracles. But I saw them as ghosts from my past, beloved companions from childhood, sometime friends reminding me of shared moments. Like risen shades, they seemed to be asking me to take them with me, to bring them back to the realm of the living.
Marcel Proust, In the Shadow of Young Girls in Flower

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I was saddened by the loss of my strip of pink sky, when I caught sight of it again, now reddening, in the window on the other side, from which it disappeared at another bend in the line. And I dodged from one window to the other, trying to reassemble the offset intermittent fragments of my lovely, changeable red morning, so as to see it for once as a single lasting picture.
Marcel Proust, In the Shadow of Young Girls in Flower

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The best way to gain time is to change place.
Marcel Proust, In the Shadow of Young Girls in Flower

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Because you are now in love with someone who will one day mean nothing to you, you refuse out of hand to meet someone who means nothing to you now, but whom you will one day come to love, someone whom whom you might have loved sooner if you had agreed to an earlier meeting, who might have curtailed your present sufferings (before replacing them, of course, with others).
Marcel Proust, In the Shadow of Young Girls in Flower

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What makes one so happy is the presence of something unstable in the heart, something one contrives constantly to keep in a state of stability, and which one is hardly even aware of as long as it remains like that.
Marcel Proust on love, In Search of Lost Time: In the Shadow of Young Girls in Flower

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Perhaps there is only a single mind, in which everybody has a share, a mind to which all of us look, isolated though each of us is within a private body, just as at the theatre where, though every spectator sits in a separate place, there is only one stage.
Marcel Proust, In Search of Lost Time: In the Shadow of Young Girls in Flower