It is not because other people are dead that our affection for them grows faint, it is because we ourselves are dying.
MARCEL PROUSTAs 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.
More Marcel Proust Quotes
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Desire makes everything blossom.
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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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We live not alone but chained to a creature of a different kingdom: our body.
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When I am not too sad to listen, music is my consolation.
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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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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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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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It comes so soon, the moment when there is nothing left to wait for.
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The highest praise of God consists in the denial of him by the atheist who finds creation so perfect that it can dispense with a creator.
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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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The courage of one’s opinions is always a form of calculating cowardice in the eyes of the other side.
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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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We don’t receive wisdom; we must discover it for ourselves after a journey that no one can take for us or spare 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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It is often hard to bear the tears that we ourselves have caused.
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