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.
MARCEL PROUSTJust as those who practice the same profession recognize each other instinctively, so do those who practice the same vice.
More Marcel Proust Quotes
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Let us be grateful to people who make us happy.
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Time, which changes people, does not alter the image we have retained of them.
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When from a long distant past nothing subsists after the things are broken and scattered, the smell and taste of things remain.
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It comes so soon, the moment when there is nothing left to wait for.
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Time passes, and little by little everything that we have spoken in falsehood becomes true.
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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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Even though our lives wander, our memories remain in one place.
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The fixity of a habit is generally in direct proportion to its absurdity.
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All our final decisions are made in a state of mind that is not going to last.
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The highest praise of God consists in the denial of him by the atheist who finds creation so perfect that it can dispense with a creator.
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There are perhaps no days of our childhood we lived so fully as those we spent with a favorite book.
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People wish to learn to swim and at the same time to keep one foot on the ground.
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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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For each illness that doctors cure with medicine, they provoke ten in healthy people by inoculating them with the virus that is a thousand times more powerful than any microbe: the idea that one is ill.
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Let us be grateful to people who make us happy, they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.
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