Love is a reciprocal torture.
Meaning of the quote
Love can be both wonderful and difficult at the same time. When two people love each other, their feelings can sometimes cause them pain and suffering, even though they care for each other deeply. The quote suggests that love is not always easy, and can feel like a kind of mutual torture or struggle between the people involved.
About Marcel Proust
Marcel Proust was a renowned French novelist, literary critic, and essayist who wrote the famous seven-volume novel ‘Remembrance of Things Past.’ He is considered one of the most influential authors of the 20th century, known for his unique writing style and exploration of memory and time.
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