It is not because other people are dead that our affection for them grows faint, it is because we ourselves are dying.
MARCEL PROUSTPeople don’t know when they are happy. They’re never so unhappy as they think they are.
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As long as men are free to ask what they must, free to say what they think, free to think what they will, freedom can never be lost and science can never regress.
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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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In a separation it is the one who is not really in love who says the more tender things.
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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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Instead of seeking new landscapes, develop new eyes.
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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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You can’t learn the truth about a man’s intentions by asking him.
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There are optical illusions in time as well as space.
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It is often hard to bear the tears that we ourselves have caused.
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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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Time, which changes people, does not alter the image we have retained of them.
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In love, happiness is an abnormal state.
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Remembrance of things past is not necessarily the remembrance of things as they were.
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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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