Sometimes in this life, under the stress of an exceptional emotion, people do say what they think.
MARCEL PROUSTLike many intellectuals, he was incapable of saying a simple thing in a simple way.
More Marcel Proust Quotes
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Happiness is beneficial for the body, but it is grief that develops the powers of the mind.
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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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There comes in all our lives a time, when the ears can listen to no music save what the moonlight breathes through the flute of silence.
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A change in the weather is sufficient to recreate the world and ourselves.
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Instead of seeking new landscapes, develop new eyes.
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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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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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The fixity of a habit is generally in direct proportion to its absurdity.
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Everything great in the world comes from neurotics. They alone have founded our religions and composed our masterpieces.
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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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The 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.
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No man is a complete mystery except to himself.
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Desire makes everything blossom; possession makes everything wither and fade.
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The time at our disposal each day is elastic; the passions we feel dilate it, those that inspire us shrink it, and habit fills it.
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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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