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.
MARCEL PROUSTWe love only what we do not wholly possess.
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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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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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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People 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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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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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 change in the weather is sufficient to recreate the world and ourselves.
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Just as those who practice the same profession recognize each other instinctively, so do those who practice the same vice.
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In love, happiness is an abnormal state.
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Dear Friend: I have nearly died three times since morning.
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If we are to make reality endurable, we must all nourish a fantasy or two.
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Thanks to art, instead of seeing one world, our own, we see it multiplied and as many original artists as there are, so many worlds are at our disposal.
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The bonds that unite another person to our self exist only in our mind.
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Happiness serves hardly any other purpose than to make unhappiness possible.
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