For often I have wished to see a person again without realising that it was simply because that personal recalled to me a hedge of hawthorns in blossom, and I have been led to believe, and to make someone else believe, in a renewal of affection, by what was no more than an inclination to travel.
Marcel ProustAbout author
- Author's profession: Author, Writer
- Nationality: french
- Born: July 10, 1871
- Died: November 18, 1922