Proust: falling in love

We fall in love with a smile, the look in someone's eyes, a shoulder. That is enough; then during the long hours of hope or sadness, we create a person, we compose a character.

Marcel Proust, The Fugitive, translated by Peter Collier (London: Penguin, 2003), 496

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