Death is in truth an illness from which we recover
MARCEL PROUSTWe love only what we do not wholly possess.
More Marcel Proust Quotes
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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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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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Remembrance of things past is not necessarily the remembrance of things as they were.
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Instead of seeking new landscapes, develop new eyes.
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We do not receive wisdom, we must discover it for ourselves, after a journey through the wilderness which no one else can make for us, which no one can spare us, for our wisdom is the point of view from which we come at last to regard the world.
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Love is space and time measured by the heart.
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When I am not too sad to listen, music is my consolation.
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Time passes, and little by little everything that we have spoken in falsehood becomes true.
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The fixity of a habit is generally in direct proportion to its absurdity.
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There are optical illusions in time as well as space.
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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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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 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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The courage of one’s opinions is always a form of calculating cowardice in the eyes of the other side.
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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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