Truth is a point of view about things.
MARCEL PROUSTReality is never more than a first step towards an unknown on the road to which one can never progress very far.
More Marcel Proust Quotes
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We think and name in one world, we live and feel in another.
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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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Dear Friend: I have nearly died three times since morning.
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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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People wish to learn to swim and at the same time to keep one foot on the ground.
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Time passes, and little by little everything that we have spoken in falsehood becomes true.
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Like many intellectuals, he was incapable of saying a simple thing in a simple way.
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Love ever unsatisfied, lives always in the moment that is about to come.
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Remembrance of things past is not necessarily the remembrance of things as they were.
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The bonds that unite another person to our self exist only in our mind.
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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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A photograph acquires something of the dignity which it ordinarily lacks when it ceases to be a reproduction of reality and shows us things that no longer exist.
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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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Even though our lives wander, our memories remain in one place.
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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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