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Our memory is like a shop in the window of which is exposed now one, now another photograph of the same person. And as a rule the most recent exhibit remains for some time the only one to be seen.
Marcel Proust
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Marcel Proust
Age: 51 †
Born: 1871
Born: July 10
Died: 1922
Died: November 18
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When from a long distant past nothing subsists after the things are broken and scattered, the smell and taste of things remain.
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Friendship is in the end no more than: . . . a lie which seeks to make us believe that we are not irremediably alone.
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The sight of the little madeleine had recalled nothing to my mind before I tasted it...
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Nobility is often no more than the inner aspect which our egotistical feelings assume when we have not yet named and classified them.
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Lies are essential to humanity.
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The facts of life do not penetrate to the sphere in which our beliefs are cherished they did not engender those beliefs, and they are powerless to destroy them.
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The truth is that every morning war is declared afresh. And the men who wish to continue it are as guilty as the men who began it, more guilty perhaps, for the latter perhaps did not foresee all its horrors.
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It is not only by dint of lying to others, but also of lying to ourselves, that we cease to notice that we are lying.
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Neurosis has an absolute genius for malingering. There is no illness which it cannot counterfeit perfectly. If it is capable of deceiving the doctor, how should it fail to deceive the patient
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We must love men more than things, and I admire and weep more for the soldiers than for the churches which were only the recording of an heroic gesture which today is reenacted at every moment.
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Even though our lives wander, our memories remain in one place.
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