But when from a long-distant past nothing subsists, after the people are dead, after the things are broken and scattered, taste and smell alone, more fragile but more enduring, more unsubstantial, more persistent, more faithful, remain poised a long time, like souls, remembering, waiting, hoping, amid the ruins of all the rest; and bear unflinchingly, in the tiny and almost impalpable drop of their essence, the vast structure of recollection.
At that time, he was satisfying a sensual curiosity by experiencing the pleasures of people who live for love. He had believed he could stop there, that he would not be obliged to learn their sorrows; how small a thing her charm was for him now compared with the astounding terror that extended out from it like a murky halo, the immense anguish of not knowing at every moment what she had been doing, of not possessing her everywhere and always!
Interpretation
What this quote means
The quote explores the deep emotional complexities of love, highlighting how initial attractions can lead to profound anxieties about possession and uncertainty.
In this passage by Marcel Proust, the narrator reflects on the dual nature of love, where initial attractions are soon overshadowed by feelings of insecurity and fear of loss. The sensual pleasures derived from romantic connections are counterbalanced by a deep-seated anguish stemming from a lack of complete understanding and possession of the beloved, showcasing the intricate and often painful side of love that goes beyond mere enjoyment.
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In practice
Example use cases
In a discussion about the complexities of love during a relationship seminar.
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A person does not...stand motionless and clear before our eyes with his merits, his defects, his plans, his intentions with regard to ourself exposed on his surface...but is a shadow which we can never succeed in penetrating...a shadow behind which we can alternately imagine, with equal justification, that there burns the flame of hatred and of love.
We are all of us obliged, if we are to make reality endurable, to nurse a few little follies in ourselves.
There are perhaps no days of our childhood we lived so fully as those we spent with a favorite book.
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