A cracked glass sphere resting on dark cloth, with golden light passing through it.

Original artwork, not a still

Remembrance of Things Past

Marcel Proust

That translucent alabaster of our memories.

Behind the line

What it means

Our interpretation.

The speaker likens memories to alabaster, a pale stone that lets light glow through it. Remembered moments seem softened and luminous rather than solid, delicate things that we see through as much as we look at. The phrase pairs fragility with a quiet, glowing beauty.

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