One becomes moral as soon as one is unhappy.
MARCEL PROUSTAll our final decisions are made in a state of mind that is not going to last.
More Marcel Proust Quotes
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Instead of seeking new landscapes, develop new eyes.
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Love is a striking example of how little reality means to us.
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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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Time passes, and little by little everything that we have spoken in falsehood becomes true.
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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 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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It has been said that beauty is a promise of happiness. Conversely, the possibility of pleasure can be a beginning of beauty.
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The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having 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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It comes so soon, the moment when there is nothing left to wait for.
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We are healed of a suffering only by experiencing it to the full.
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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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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 only true voyage of discovery, would be not to visit strange lands but to possess other eyes.
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