Marcel Proust: In Search of Lost Time [volumes 1 to 7] (Quattro Classics) (The Greatest Writers of All Time)

I would lay my cheeks gently against the comfortable cheeks of my pillow, as plump and blooming as the cheeks of babyhood

IN SEARCH OF LOST TIME (

and he is so nice besides.”

my mind on thoughts of the future which would carry me, as on a bridge, across the terrifying abyss that yawned at my feet.

bade her interrupt

tried to convince myself that they were of no importance, really, since I should have forgotten them next morning

We can talk about her again when we are by ourselves,” she said, or rather whispered to Swann. “It is only a mother who can understand. I am sure that hers would agree with me

t managed to extract from the restriction itself a further refinement of thought, as great poets do when the tyranny of rhyme forces them into the discovery of their finest lines.

do tell me about your daughter; I am sure she shews a taste already for nice things, like her papa

double peal of the gate-bell sounded shyly