Your soul is a dark forest. But the trees are of a particular species, they are genealogical trees.
MARCEL PROUSTIf we are to make reality endurable, we must all nourish a fantasy or two.
More Marcel Proust Quotes
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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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We do not receive wisdom, we must discover it for ourselves, after a journey through the wilderness which no one else can make for us, which no one can spare us, for our wisdom is the point of view from which we come at last to regard the world.
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Death is in truth an illness from which we recover
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Love ever unsatisfied, lives always in the moment that is about to come.
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You can’t learn the truth about a man’s intentions by asking him.
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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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Do not wait for life. Do not long for it. Be aware, always and at every moment, that the miracle is in the here and now.
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Happiness serves hardly any other purpose than to make unhappiness possible.
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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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One must never miss an opportunity of quoting things by others which are always more interesting than those one thinks up oneself.
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Even though our lives wander, our memories remain in one place.
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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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When I am not too sad to listen, music is my consolation.
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In love, happiness is an abnormal state.
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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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