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In a separation it is the one who is not really in love who says the more tender things.

Marcel Proust

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
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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Atheist Creation Perfection
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
No man is a complete mystery except to himself.
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Himself Men Mystery
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
Happiness serves hardly any other purpose than to make unhappiness possible.
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Happiness Joy Laughter Purpose
Love is a striking example of how little reality means to us.
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Deep Love Reality
Even though our lives wander, our memories remain in one place.
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Memories Oneself Place
Time passes, and little by little everything that we have spoken in falsehood becomes true.
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Deep Literature Lying Time
My destination is no longer a place, rather a new way of seeing.
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Destination See Way
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 we are to make reality endurable, we must all nourish a fantasy or two.
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Endurance Fantasy Reality
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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Ears Listening Moon Music Silence Time
You can’t learn the truth about a man’s intentions by asking him.
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Himself Learning Men Truth
There are perhaps no days of our childhood we lived so fully as those we spent with a favorite book.
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Book Happiness Live Ourselves Reading
Death is in truth an illness from which we recover
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Death Recovery Truth

In a separation it is the one who is not really in love who says the more tender things.

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