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.
MARCEL PROUSTWe 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.
More Marcel Proust Quotes
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In a separation it is the one who is not really in love who says the more tender things.
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Let us leave pretty women to men devoid of imagination.
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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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A picture’s beauty does not depend on the things portrayed in it.
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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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Nine tenths of the ills from which intelligent people suffer spring from their intellect.
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Sometimes in this life, under the stress of an exceptional emotion, people do say what they think.
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Thanks to art, instead of seeing one world, our own, we see it multiplied and as many original artists as there are, so many worlds are at our disposal.
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Only by art can we get outside ourselves, instead of seeing only one world, our own, we see it under multiple forms.
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The creation of the world did not occur at the beginning of time, it occurs every day.
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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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We must never be afraid to go too far, for truth lies beyond.
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There are optical illusions in time as well as space.
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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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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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