Antastesia

“Pleasures are like photographs: in the presence of the person we love, we take only negatives, which we develop later, at home, when we have at our disposal once more our inner dark room, the door of which it is strictly forbidden to open while others are present.”
― Marcel Proust, In the Shadow of Young Girls in Flower

“I have loved to the limit of my strength. No one has a right to ask more of any human being.”
― Renée Vivien, A Woman Appeared to Me

“There is no exquisite beauty… without some strangeness in the proportion.”
― Edgar Allan Poe

“All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.”
― Edgar Allan Poe