> We wrongly think Old People were always old; but those rheumy eyes and fragile bones once celebrated all of youth’s energetically sweaty cravings and passions. — Marcel Proust (@ProustTweet) April 20, 2020 [https://twitter.com/ProustTweet/status/1252284652376686600?ref_src=twsrc%5Etfw] > The old age of my acquaintances (in itself…
> like those faces of dead friends which the impassioned efforts of our memory pursue without recapturing and which, when we are no longer thinking of them, are there before our eyes just as they were in life — Marcel Proust (@Daily_Proust) April 9, 2019 [https://twitter.com/Daily_Proust/status/…
> “The mere passage of time makes us all exiles.” —Joyce Carol Oates https://t.co/egIc8E4CNv — The Paris Review (@parisreview) January 27, 2019 [https://twitter.com/parisreview/status/1089418226910593024?ref_src=twsrc%5Etfw] > In theory one is aware that the earth revolves, but in practice one does not perceive it,…