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Death is in truth an illness from which we recover

Marcel Proust

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
Just as those who practice the same profession recognize each other instinctively, so do those who practice the same vice.
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Practice Profession Recognition Vice
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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Art Deep Thankful World
All our final decisions are made in a state of mind that is not going to last.
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Decision Entrepreneur Ourselves
The only paradise is paradise lost.
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Lost Paradise
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
The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes.
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Discover Eyes Inspirational Life Philosophy
Let us be grateful to people who make us happy, they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.
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Friendship Gratitude Happiness Soul
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
Remembrance of things past is not necessarily the remembrance of things as they were.
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Memories Necessary Past Remember
We love only what we do not wholly possess.
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Human Love Nature
An hour is not merely an hour, it is a vase full of scents and sounds and projects and climates.
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Deep Sound Time
You can’t learn the truth about a man’s intentions by asking him.
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Himself Learning Men Truth
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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Discover Ourselves Wisdom
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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Atheist Creation Perfection
If we are to make reality endurable, we must all nourish a fantasy or two.
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Endurance Fantasy Reality

Death is in truth an illness from which we recover

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