For often I have wished to see a person again without realising that it was simply because that personal recalled to me a hedge of hawthorns in blossom, and I have been led to believe, and to make someone else believe, in a renewal of affection, by what was no more than an inclination to travel.

Remembrance of Things Past: Swann's way ; Within a budding grove ; The Guermantes way (ed. 1934)