"When we are in love, the sentiment is too great to be contained whole within us; it radiates out to our beloved, finds in her a surface which stops it, forces it to return to its point of departure, and it is this rebound of our own tenderness which we call the other's affection and which charms us more than it first went out because we do not see that it comes from us."
— Marcel Proust, In Search of Lost Time
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