[My grandmother] was so humble of heart and so gentle that her tenderness for others and her disregard for herself and her own troubles blended in a smile which, unlike those seen on the majority of human faces, bore no trace of irony save for herself, while for all of us kisses seemed to spring from her eyes, which could not look upon those she loved without seeming to bestow upon them passionate caresses.
Marcel ProustAbout author
- Author's profession: Author, Writer
- Nationality: french
- Born: July 10, 1871
- Died: November 18, 1922
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