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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.

Marcel Proust

My destination is no longer a place, rather a new way of seeing.
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Destination See Way
We love only what we do not wholly possess.
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Human Love Nature
Love is space and time measured by the heart.
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Heart Love Space Time
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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Existence Give Up Reality Sacrifice
The bonds that unite another person to our self exist only in our mind.
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Existence Mindset Money Relationship
The fixity of a habit is generally in direct proportion to its absurdity.
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Habit Mad Proportion
If we are to make reality endurable, we must all nourish a fantasy or two.
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Endurance Fantasy Reality
We think and name in one world, we live and feel in another.
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Art Feeling Philosophy Thinking
It is often hard to bear the tears that we ourselves have caused.
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Inspirational Ourselves Tears
Remembrance of things past is not necessarily the remembrance of things as they were.
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Memories Necessary Past Remember
Nine tenths of the ills from which intelligent people suffer spring from their intellect.
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Intellectual Intelligent People Spring
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.
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Imperfection Judgement View
Time, which changes people, does not alter the image we have retained of them.
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Change People Time
Always try to keep a patch of sky above your life.
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Life Sky Yourself
One becomes moral as soon as one is unhappy.
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Happiness Moral
Your soul is a dark forest. But the trees are of a particular species, they are genealogical trees.
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Darkness Soul Tree

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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