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Remembrance of things past is not necessarily the remembrance of things as they were.

Marcel Proust

Even though our lives wander, our memories remain in one place.
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Memories Oneself Place
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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Cheating Love Relationship Woman
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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Discover Journey Learning View Wisdom World
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
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 bonds that unite us to another human being are sanctified when he or she adopts the same point of view as ourselves in judging one of our imperfections.
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Imperfection Judgement View
The only true voyage of discovery, would be not to visit strange lands but to possess other eyes.
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Eyes Life Philosophy Travel
Like many intellectuals, he was incapable of saying a simple thing in a simple way.
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Intellectual Simplicity Stupidity
One becomes moral as soon as one is unhappy.
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Happiness Moral
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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Feeling Habit Inspirational Passion
People don’t know when they are happy. They’re never so unhappy as they think they are.
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Happiness People Thinking
We live not alone but chained to a creature of a different kingdom: our body.
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Body Different Ourselves
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
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
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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Beauty Possible Promise
The bonds that unite another person to our self exist only in our mind.
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Existence Mindset Money Relationship

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