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Dear Friend: I have nearly died three times since morning.

Marcel Proust

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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Life Moments Wait
Sometimes in this life, under the stress of an exceptional emotion, people do say what they think.
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Emotion Honesty Life People Thinking
The only paradise is paradise lost.
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Lost Paradise
In a separation it is the one who is not really in love who says the more tender things.
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Literature Love Reality
Let us be grateful to people who make us happy.
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Appreciation Grateful People Thankful
Time, which changes people, does not alter the image we have retained of them.
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Change People Time
Desire makes everything blossom; possession makes everything wither and fade.
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Desire Difference Fade
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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Dream Inspirational Love Time
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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Progress Reality Road
Instead of seeking new landscapes, develop new eyes.
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Deep Eyes Travel Wisdom
Reading is that fruitful miracle of a communication in the midst of solitude.
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Communication Miracle Reading Solitude
One becomes moral as soon as one is unhappy.
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Happiness Moral
It is not because other people are dead that our affection for them grows faint, it is because we ourselves are dying.
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Affection Dying Fade Growth Literature People
Always try to keep a patch of sky above your life.
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Life Sky Yourself
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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Dignity Existence Photography 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

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