“Love is space and time made tender to the heart.”

— Marcel Proust , book In Search of Lost Time

L'amour, c'est l'espace et le temps rendus sensibles au coeur.
Variant translations:
Love is space and time made sensitive to the heart.
Love is space and time measured by the heart.
In Search of Lost Time, Remembrance of Things Past (1913-1927), Vol. V: The Captive (1923)

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L'amour, c'est l'espace et le temps rendus sensibles au coeur.

In Search of Lost Time, Remembrance of Things Past (1913-1927), Vol. V: The Captive (1923)

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French novelist, critic, and essayist 1871–1922

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