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Death is in truth an illness from which we recover

Marcel Proust

We are at times too ready to believe that the present is the only possible state of things.
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Believe Mindset Philosophy Possible
Desire makes everything blossom.
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Desire One Liner
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
When you work to please others you can’t succeed, but the things you do to satisfy yourself stand a chance of catching someone’s interest.
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Chance Satisfaction Success
Happiness is beneficial for the body, but it is grief that develops the powers of the mind.
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Body Depression Grief Happiness Mindset Power Sympathy
Desire makes everything blossom; possession makes everything wither and fade.
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Desire Difference Fade
When from a long distant past nothing subsists after the things are broken and scattered, the smell and taste of things remain.
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Break Distance Food Past Taste
Love is space and time measured by the heart.
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Heart Love Space Time
We love only what we do not wholly possess.
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Human Love Nature
My destination is no longer a place, rather a new way of seeing.
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Destination See Way
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
A change in the weather is sufficient to recreate the world and ourselves.
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Rainy Day Weather World
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
People wish to learn to swim and at the same time to keep one foot on the ground.
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Hypocrite Leadership People Sports Time
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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Ears Listening Moon Music Silence Time
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.
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Book Existence Greatness Humility Writing

Death is in truth an illness from which we recover

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