And at once I fell in love with her, for if it is sometimes enough to make us love a woman that she should look on us with contempt, as I supposed Mlle Swann to have done, and that we should think that she can never be ours, sometimes, too, it is enough that she should look on us kindly, as Mme de Guermantes was doing, and that we should think of her as almost ours already.

... the objects which we admire have no absolute value in themselves...

One can seldom admire what one loves.

And continued to regard all their absurdities in the most rosy light through the admiring eyes of love.