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Marcel Proust
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Marcel Proust
Age: 51 †
Born: 1871
Born: July 10
Died: 1922
Died: November 18
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Sometimes in the afternoon sky the moon would pass white as a cloud, furtive, lusterless, like an actress who does not have to perform yet and who, from the audience, in street clothes, watches the other actors for a moment, making herself inconspicuous, not wanting anyone to pay attention to her.
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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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That which we remember of our conduct is ignored by our closest neighbour but that which we have forgotten having said, or even what we never said, will cause laughter even into the next world.
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If we are to make reality endurable, we must all nourish a fantasy or two.
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Those whose suffering is due to love are, as we say of certain invalids, their own physicians.
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People who, not being in love themselves, feel that a clever man should only be unhappy about a person who is worth his while which is rather like being astonished that anyone should condescend to die of cholera at the bidding of so insignificant a creature as the comma bacillus.
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We pack the physical outline of the creature we see with all the ideas we have already formed about him, and in the complete picture of him we compose in our minds those ideas have certainly the principal place.
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Time passes, and little by little everything that we have spoken in falsehood becomes true.
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For one cannot change, that is to say become another person, while continuing to acquiesce to the feelings of the person one no longer is.
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There are perhaps no days of our childhood we lived so fully as those we spent with a favorite book.
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I drank a second mouthful in which I find nothing more than in the first, then a third which gives me rather less than the second. It is time to stop the potion is losing its magic.
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The features of our face are hardly more than gestures which force of habit made permanent. Nature, like the destruction of Pompeii, like the metamorphosis of a nymph into a tree, has arrested us in an accustomed movement.
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Until I saw Chardin's painting, I never realized how much beauty lay around me in my parents' house, in the half-cleared table, in the corner of a tablecloth left awry, in the knife beside the empty oyster shell.
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If only for the sake of elegance, I try to remain morally pure.
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We see things but we don't see them, like things that slid through the mind, one flowing into another.
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The fixity of a habit is generally in direct proportion to its absurdity.
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A woman whom we need and who makes us suffer elicits from us a whole gamut of feelings far more profound and vital than a man of genius who interests us.
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A certain similarity exists, although the type evolves, between all the women we love, a similarity that is due to the fixity of our own temperament, which it is that chooses them, eliminating all those who would not be at once our opposite and our complement, fitted that is to say to gratify our senses and to wring our heart.
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Error, by force of contrast, enhances the triumph of Truth.
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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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