Sabrina

“It is not enough in love, as in everyday life, to fear only the future: one must fear the past, which often becomes real to us only after the future, and I am not simply speaking of the past about which we learn only after the event, but of the one we have carried within us for many years, and which we only now learn to read.”
― Marcel Proust, The Prisoner: In Search of Lost Time, Volume 5

“...The asses who might really think that in the starlight of eternity, my [and her] conjunction, somewhere in North America, in the nineteenth century represented but one trillionth of a trillionth part of a pinpoint planet's significance can bray... because the rapture of her identity, placed under the microscope of reality, shows a complex system of those subtle bridges which the senses traverse—laughing, embraced, throwing flowers in the air—between membrane and brain, and which always was and is a form of memory, even at the moment of its perception.

I am weak. I write badly.”
― Vladimir Nabokov, Ada, or Ardor: A Family Chronicle

“How," he pondered, "how was my thought any stupider than all the other thoughts and theories that have been swarming and colliding in the world, ever since the world began?”
― Fyodor Dostoevsky, Crime and Punishment

“Two traits of Albertine’s character came back to me at that moment, one to comfort and the other to appall me, for we can find everything in our memory: it is a kind of pharmacy or chemical laboratory, where one’s hand may fall at any moment on a sedative drug or a dangerous poison.”
― Marcel Proust, The Prisoner: In Search of Lost Time, Volume 5