People don’t know when they are happy. They’re never so unhappy as they think they are.
MARCEL PROUSTThe 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.
More Marcel Proust Quotes
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We are at times too ready to believe that the present is the only possible state of things.
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Like many intellectuals, he was incapable of saying a simple thing in a simple way.
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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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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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One becomes moral as soon as one is unhappy.
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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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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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If we are to make reality endurable, we must all nourish a fantasy or two.
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Even though our lives wander, our memories remain in one place.
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The time at our disposal each day is elastic; the passions we feel dilate it, those that inspire us shrink it, and habit fills it.
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A picture’s beauty does not depend on the things portrayed in it.
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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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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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In a separation it is the one who is not really in love who says the more tender things.
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Always try to keep a patch of sky above your life.
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