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In a separation it is the one who is not really in love who says the more tender things.
Marcel Proust
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Marcel Proust
Age: 51 †
Born: 1871
Born: July 10
Died: 1922
Died: November 18
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There is no idea that does not carry in itself a possible refutation, no word that does not imply its opposite.
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