Truth is a point of view about things.
MARCEL PROUSTOne becomes moral as soon as one is unhappy.
More Marcel Proust Quotes
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Time, which changes people, does not alter the image we have retained of them.
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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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Let us be grateful to people who make us happy.
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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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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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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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The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes.
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Desire makes everything blossom; possession makes everything wither and fade.
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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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An hour is not merely an hour, it is a vase full of scents and sounds and projects and climates.
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It comes so soon, the moment when there is nothing left to wait for.
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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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The only true voyage of discovery, would be not to visit strange lands but to possess other eyes.
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People don’t know when they are happy. They’re never so unhappy as they think they are.
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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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