The only paradise is paradise lost.
MARCEL PROUSTReality is never more than a first step towards an unknown on the road to which one can never progress very far.
More Marcel Proust Quotes
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Your soul is a dark forest. But the trees are of a particular species, they are genealogical trees.
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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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A picture’s beauty does not depend on the things portrayed in it.
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The bonds that unite another person to our self exist only in our mind.
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We live not alone but chained to a creature of a different kingdom: our body.
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There are optical illusions in time as well as space.
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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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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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Everything great in the world comes from neurotics. They alone have founded our religions and composed our masterpieces.
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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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If a little dreaming is dangerous, the cure for it is not to dream less but to dream more, to dream all the time.
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Reading is that fruitful miracle of a communication in the midst of solitude.
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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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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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In love, happiness is an abnormal state.
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