More from Marcel Proust
Time passes, and little by little everything that we have spoken in falsehood becomes true.
In a separation it is the one who is not really in love who says the more tender things.
- Remembrance of Things Past (1913-1927), Vol. IV: Cities of the Plain (1921-1922), Pt. II, Ch. 1
More about happiness
C. S. Lewis1898–1963Till We Have Faces: A Myth Retold (1956), Pt. 1, VII (Psyche)Think of all the beauty that’s still left in and around you, and be happy.



