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She poured out Swann's tea, inquired "Lemon or cream?" and, on his answering "Cream, please," said to him with a laugh: "A cloud!" And as he pronounced it excellent, "You see, I know just how you like it." This tea had indeed seemed to Swann, just as it seemed to her; something precious, and love has such a need to find some justification for itself, some guarantee of duration, in pleasures which without it would have no existence and must cease with its passing.
Marcel Proust
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What this quote means

The quote emphasizes the connection between love and shared experiences, showing how love gives meaning to simple pleasures.

In this passage, Proust illustrates the intimate relationship between love and the simple act of sharing tea. The interaction highlights how love seeks validation and lasting significance through everyday experiences that might otherwise be trivial. The characters find joy and depth in their connection, suggesting that love enriches even the simplest pleasures, transforming them into something meaningful and unforgettable.

Themes

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Example use cases

This quote is perfect for a wedding toast emphasizing the importance of shared moments in a relationship.

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