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 PROUSTOne must never miss an opportunity of quoting things by others which are always more interesting than those one thinks up oneself.
More Marcel Proust Quotes
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People wish to learn to swim and at the same time to keep one foot on the ground.
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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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Let us be grateful to people who make us happy, they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.
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In a separation it is the one who is not really in love who says the more tender things.
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Nine tenths of the ills from which intelligent people suffer spring from their intellect.
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Let us leave pretty women to men devoid of imagination.
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When I am not too sad to listen, music is my consolation.
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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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Love is space and time measured by the heart.
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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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The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes.
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When you work to please others you can’t succeed, but the things you do to satisfy yourself stand a chance of catching someone’s interest.
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The bonds that unite another person to our self exist only in our mind.
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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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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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