When from a long distant past nothing subsists after the things are broken and scattered, the smell and taste of things remain.
MARCEL PROUSTThere 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.
More Marcel Proust Quotes
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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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Time, which changes people, does not alter the image we have retained of them.
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A woman one loves rarely suffices for all our needs, so we deceive her with another whom we do not love.
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Nine tenths of the ills from which intelligent people suffer spring from their intellect.
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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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An hour is not merely an hour, it is a vase full of scents and sounds and projects and climates.
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You can’t learn the truth about a man’s intentions by asking him.
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Happiness serves hardly any other purpose than to make unhappiness possible.
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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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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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Love is space and time measured by the heart.
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Desire makes everything blossom.
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Remembrance of things past is not necessarily the remembrance of things as they were.
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It comes so soon, the moment when there is nothing left to wait for.
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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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