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.
MARCEL PROUSTThere 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.
More Marcel Proust Quotes
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The bonds that unite another person to our self exist only in our mind.
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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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Nine tenths of the ills from which intelligent people suffer spring from their intellect.
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Love is space and time measured by the heart.
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Time passes, and little by little everything that we have spoken in falsehood becomes true.
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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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The only true voyage of discovery, would be not to visit strange lands but to possess other eyes.
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It comes so soon, the moment when there is nothing left to wait for.
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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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Happiness is beneficial for the body, but it is grief that develops the powers of the mind.
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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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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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It is often hard to bear the tears that we ourselves have caused.
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The fixity of a habit is generally in direct proportion to its absurdity.
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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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