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.
MARCEL PROUSTFor 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.
More Marcel Proust Quotes
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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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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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The bonds that unite another person to our self exist only in our mind.
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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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Let us be grateful to people who make us happy, they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.
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Love is space and time measured by the heart.
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Love is a striking example of how little reality means to us.
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As long as men are free to ask what they must, free to say what they think, free to think what they will, freedom can never be lost and science can never regress.
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Love ever unsatisfied, lives always in the moment that is about to come.
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Just as those who practice the same profession recognize each other instinctively, so do those who practice the same vice.
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The only paradise is paradise lost.
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We are healed of a suffering only by experiencing it to the full.
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There are perhaps no days of our childhood we lived so fully as those we spent with a favorite book.
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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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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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