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Remembrance of things past

Remembrance of things past

Nothing can ever last

You held me tight

Throughout the night

Then we awoke

Into the morning light

Dreams are all we had… 86 more words

Poetry

Proust: 'Impressions of Reality'

“Remembrance of Things Past”
May 21st Part #99

IMPRESSIONS OF REALITY

“. . . the differences which exist between every one of our real impressions — differences which explain why a uniform depiction of life cannot bear much resemblance to the reality — derive probably from the following cause: the slightest word that we have said, the most insignificant action that we have performed at anyone epoch of our life was surrounded by, and colored by the reflection of things which logically had no connection with it and which later have been separated from it by our intellect which could make nothing of it for its own rational purposes, things, however, in the midst of which — here the pink reflection of the evening upon the flower-covered wall of a country restaurant, a feeling of hunger, the desire for women, the pleasure of luxury; here the blue volutes of the morning sea and, enveloped in them, phrases of music half emerging like the shoulders of water-nymphs — the simplest act or gesture remains immured as within a thousand vessels, each one of them filled with things of a color, a scent, a temperature that are absolutely different one from another, vessels, moreover, which being disposed over the whole range of our years, during which we have never ceased to change if only in our dreams and our thoughts, are situated at the most various moral altitudes and give us the sensation of extraordinarily diverse atmospheres.”

― Marcel Proust

Writer

Proust: 'Origin of Love'

“Remembrance of Things Past”
May 14th Part #98

ORIGIN OF LOVE

“When we are in love, our love is too big a thing for us to be able altogether to contain it within ourselves. 64 more words

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Proust: 'Touching Obstinacy'

“Remembrance of Things Past”
May 7th Part #97

TOUCHING OBSTINACY

“You know Balbec so well – do you have friends in the area?”
‘I have friends wherever there are companies of trees, wounded but not vanquished, which huddle together with touching obstinacy to implore an inclement and pitiless sky.’ 25 more words

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Proust: 'Habit'

“Remembrance of Things Past”
Apr 30th Part #96

HABIT

“Once we have reached a certain degree of enfeeblement, whether caused by age or by ill health, all pleasure taken at the expense of sleep, every disturbance of routine, becomes a nuisance.” ― Marcel Proust, In Search of Lost Time… 66 more words

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What Summer Smells Like

One of the things I do moderately well as an ESL teacher is monitor. While the students are talking in groups, or pairs, I can usually pick out their errors over the din of the crowd.  354 more words

Aspirations, Reflections, Perfection

Proust: 'Regret'

“Remembrance of Things Past”
Apr 23rd Part #95

REGRET

“For, like desire, regret seeks not to be analysed but to be satisfied. When one begins to love, one spends one’s time, not in getting to know what one’s love really is, but in making it possible to meet next day. 143 more words

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