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If we are to make reality endurable, we must all nourish a fantasy or two.

Marcel Proust

Reading is that fruitful miracle of a communication in the midst of solitude.
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Communication Miracle Reading Solitude
People wish to learn to swim and at the same time to keep one foot on the ground.
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Hypocrite Leadership People Sports Time
The artist who gives up an hour of work for an hour of conversation with a friend knows that he is sacrificing a reality for something that does not exist.
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Existence Give Up Reality Sacrifice
Time, which changes people, does not alter the image we have retained of them.
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Change People Time
You can’t learn the truth about a man’s intentions by asking him.
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Himself Learning Men Truth
The only true voyage of discovery, would be not to visit strange lands but to possess other eyes.
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Eyes Life Philosophy Travel
In love, happiness is an abnormal state.
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Happiness Love
It is often hard to bear the tears that we ourselves have caused.
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Inspirational Ourselves Tears
Your soul is a dark forest. But the trees are of a particular species, they are genealogical trees.
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Darkness Soul Tree
Let us be grateful to people who make us happy, they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.
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Friendship Gratitude Happiness Soul
The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes.
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Discover Eyes Inspirational Life Philosophy
Only by art can we get outside ourselves, instead of seeing only one world, our own, we see it under multiple forms.
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Art Ourselves See World
One becomes moral as soon as one is unhappy.
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Happiness Moral
Even though our lives wander, our memories remain in one place.
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Memories Oneself Place
We are healed of a suffering only by experiencing it to the full.
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Experience Grief Healing Suffering
It is not because other people are dead that our affection for them grows faint, it is because we ourselves are dying.
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Affection Dying Fade Growth Literature People

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