Proust: ‘Origin of Love’

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


“When we are in love, our love is too big a thing for us to be able altogether to contain it within ourselves. It radiates towards the loved one, finds there a surface which arrests it, forcing it to return to its starting-point, and it is this repercussion of our own feeling which we call the other’s feelings and which charms us more than on its outward journey because we do not recognise it as having originated in ourselves.” ― Marcel Proust, Within a Budding Grove, Part 2
ghost of proust at grave

One thought on “Proust: ‘Origin of Love’

  1. FLIES

    One fly
    On either side of a pane of glass
    Each one crawling
    Concentratedly searching
    For a way through this invisible
    But so tangible barrier
    To its freedom

    Seems to notice the other
    And so is not disheartened
    Or amused
    To see the vanity of it all
    Still less consider what then
    If the glass is but a mirror

    So people too
    At liberty within the boundaries of their minds
    Yet feel themselves imprisoned
    And long to escape
    Into the freedom they have made
    Of another’s prison
    And this they call love


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