Marcel Proust Quotes

When the pace of our feet matched perfectly, I felt a deep inner pang of satisfaction. I could have gone on walking like that forever, side by side with him. There had been few times in my life I had ever inhabited a moment so fully, with no loneliness lurking at the edges.

Two friends, two bodies with one soul inspired.

Now, I realise that love is peace. Love is when you are with somebody, and it's okay, and you don't have to talk. Their presence is important.

Love is closeness.

All of living is nothing but a fervid attempt to move closer together.

He was my cream, and I was his coffee - And when you poured us together, it was something.

She had never been so close to anybody. It was as if they were one being, together, not predator and prey, but partners in a dance.

Do you know what friendship is... it is to be brother and sister; two souls which touch without mingling, two fingers on one hand.

I am constantly preoccupied with how to remove distance so that we can all come closer together, so that we can all begin to sense we are the same, we are one.

But here's the joy: my friend and I are one, Sweet flattery!

She who dwells with me whom I have loved with such communion, that no place on earth can ever be solitude to me.

I want you to stay. I never want there to be a time when we don't share space.

Their fingers seemed to fit together in just the right way- effortlessly clasped,like perfect complements.

Friendship is one mind in two bodies.

Friendship is a word, the very sight of which in print makes the heart warm.

The best thing is being really close. The worst thing is being really close.

What all of us long for in our hearts, at Christmastime and always, is to feel bound together in love with the sweet assurance that it can last forever.

It's often just enough to be with someone. I don't need to touch them. Not even talk. A feeling passes between you both. You're not alone.

It didn't matter what we did or where we did it as long as we were together. We knew we'd found what most people either pursue in years of futile search or dismiss as a fantasy at the outset: the missing half of ourselves. The real thing.

I don't know if you're married, but sometimes there are times where one is really together with their partner. And then there are times when you're both just in your own thing, but you're there together.

I believe in the power of song. Under the spell of the right song, passion is within reach, love is close by, and you are not alone!

Love from one being to another can only be that two solitudes come nearer, recognize and protect and comfort each other.

If I held you any closer I would be on the other side of you.

Hilda and I slept alongside each other fully dressed, head to feet.

I can't really explain what it's like to be in love, but I feel like it's being comfortable. It's almost like having a best friend. It's a beautiful thing.