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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.

Marcel Proust

We love only what we do not wholly possess.
MARCEL PROUST

Human Love Nature
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
A change in the weather is sufficient to recreate the world and ourselves.
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Rainy Day Weather World
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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Doctor Health Ideas Oneself People Powerful
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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Discover Ourselves Wisdom
If a little dreaming is dangerous, the cure for it is not to dream less but to dream more, to dream all the time.
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Dream Inspirational Love Time
No man is a complete mystery except to himself.
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Himself Men Mystery
In a separation it is the one who is not really in love who says the more tender things.
MARCEL PROUST

Literature Love Reality
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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Break Distance Food Past Taste
Reading is that fruitful miracle of a communication in the midst of solitude.
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Communication Miracle Reading Solitude
All our final decisions are made in a state of mind that is not going to last.
MARCEL PROUST

Decision Entrepreneur Ourselves
Let us leave pretty women to men devoid of imagination.
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Beautiful Imagination Men Women
The only paradise is paradise lost.
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Lost Paradise
Love is space and time measured by the heart.
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Heart Love Space Time
Even though our lives wander, our memories remain in one place.
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Memories Oneself Place
Reality is never more than a first step towards an unknown on the road to which one can never progress very far.
MARCEL PROUST

Progress Reality Road

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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