Reading is that fruitful miracle of a communication in the midst of solitude.
MARCEL PROUSTIt is not because other people are dead that our affection for them grows faint, it is because we ourselves are dying.
More Marcel Proust Quotes
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The creation of the world did not occur at the beginning of time, it occurs every day.
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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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Your soul is a dark forest. But the trees are of a particular species, they are genealogical trees.
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We think and name in one world, we live and feel in another.
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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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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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The artist who gives up an hour of work for an hour of conversation with a friend knows that he is sacrificing a reality for something that does not exist.
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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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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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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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Let us leave pretty women to men devoid of imagination.
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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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A woman one loves rarely suffices for all our needs, so we deceive her with another whom we do not love.
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If we are to make reality endurable, we must all nourish a fantasy or two.
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