An hour is not merely an hour, it is a vase full of scents and sounds and projects and climates.
MARCEL PROUSTDo not wait for life. Do not long for it. Be aware, always and at every moment, that the miracle is in the here and now.
More Marcel Proust Quotes
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Everything great in the world comes from neurotics. They alone have founded our religions and composed our masterpieces.
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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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The bonds that unite another person to our self exist only in our mind.
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One must never miss an opportunity of quoting things by others which are always more interesting than those one thinks up oneself.
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Like many intellectuals, he was incapable of saying a simple thing in a simple way.
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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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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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Do not wait for life. Do not long for it. Be aware, always and at every moment, that the miracle is in the here and now.
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People don’t know when they are happy. They’re never so unhappy as they think they are.
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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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Desire makes everything blossom.
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Happiness is beneficial for the body, but it is grief that develops the powers of the mind.
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Remembrance of things past is not necessarily the remembrance of things as they were.
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Reality is never more than a first step towards an unknown on the road to which one can never progress very far.
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The only true voyage of discovery, would be not to visit strange lands but to possess other eyes.
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