Quote by Marcel Proust
It is comforting when one has a sorrow to lie in the warmth of one's bed and there, abandoning all effort and all resistance, to bury even one's head under the cover, giving one's self up to it completely, moaning like branches in the autumn wind. But there is still a better bed, full of divine odors. It is our sweet, our profound, our impenetrable friendship.
Summary
This quote speaks to the solace that one can find in the comforting embrace of a close and deep friendship. While finding refuge in the familiarity of one's bed during moments of sorrow may bring temporary relief, the quote suggests that a true source of solace lies in the intimate bond shared with a trusted friend. This friendship is described as a better "bed," one filled with an ethereal essence that is sweet, profound, and impenetrable. In this friendship, one can completely surrender oneself and express their vulnerability without fear, finding solace akin to the scent of something divine.
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