We live not alone but chained to a creature of a different kingdom: our body.
MARCEL PROUSTThe bonds that unite us to another human being are sanctified when he or she adopts the same point of view as ourselves in judging one of our imperfections.
More Marcel Proust Quotes
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A photograph acquires something of the dignity which it ordinarily lacks when it ceases to be a reproduction of reality and shows us things that no longer exist.
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My destination is no longer a place, rather a new way of seeing.
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Let us leave pretty women to men devoid of imagination.
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Even though our lives wander, our memories remain in one place.
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We don’t receive wisdom; we must discover it for ourselves after a journey that no one can take for us or spare us.
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People don’t know when they are happy. They’re never so unhappy as they think they are.
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One must never miss an opportunity of quoting things by others which are always more interesting than those one thinks up oneself.
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Let us be grateful to people who make us happy.
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The bonds that unite another person to our self exist only in our mind.
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As long as men are free to ask what they must, free to say what they think, free to think what they will, freedom can never be lost and science can never regress.
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Instead of seeking new landscapes, develop new eyes.
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To write that essential book, a great writer does not need to invent it but merely to translate it, since it already exists in each one of us. The duty and task of a writer are those of translator.
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When you work to please others you can’t succeed, but the things you do to satisfy yourself stand a chance of catching someone’s interest.
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It has been said that beauty is a promise of happiness. Conversely, the possibility of pleasure can be a beginning of beauty.
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Reality is never more than a first step towards an unknown on the road to which one can never progress very far.
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