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Truth is a point of view about 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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I had come in time to learn that it was a mistake to smile a friendly smile when somebody made a fool of me.
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Our desires cut across one another, and in this confused existence it is rare for happiness to coincide with the desire that clamoured for it.
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The paradoxes of today are the prejudices of tomorrow, since the most benighted and the most deplorable prejudices have had their moment of novelty when fashion lent them its fragile grace.
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And so when studying faces, we do indeed measure them, but as painters, not as surveyors.
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That translucent alabaster of our memories.
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Only by art can we get outside ourselves, instead of seeing only one world, our own, we see it under multiple forms.
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There is no more ridiculous custom than the one that makes you express sympathy once and for all on a given day to a person whose sorrow will endure as long as his life. Such grief, felt in such a way is always present, it is never too late to talk about it, never repetitious to mention it again.
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After a certain age our memories are so intertwined with one another that what we are thinking of, the book we are reading, scarcely matters any more. We have put something of ourselves everywhere, everything is fertile, everything is dangerous, and we can make discoveries no less precious than in Pascal's Pensées in an advertisement for soap.
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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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La me decine a fait quelques petits progre' s dans ses connaissances depuis Molie' re, mais aucun dans son vocabulaire. Medicine has made a few, small advances in knowledge since Molie' r e, but none in its vocabulary.
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People do not die for us immediately, but remain bathed in a sort of aura of life which bears no relation to true immortality but through which they continue to occupy our thoughts in the same way as when they were alive. It is as though they were traveling abroad.
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For theories and schools, like microbes and corpuscles, devour one another and by their strife ensure the continuity of life.
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Do not wait for life. Do not long for it. Be aware, always and at every moment, that the miracle is in the here and now.
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All the mind's activity is easy if it is not subjected to reality.
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Photography is the product of complete alienation.
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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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And indeed when we are no longer in love with women whom we meet after many years, is there not the abyss of death between them and ourselves, just as much as if they were no longer of this world, since the fact that we are no longer in love makes the people that they were or the person that we were then as good as dead?
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The only possible paradises are those we have lost
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An hour or so later he received a note from Odette. Swann had left his cigarette case at her house. If only, she wrote, you had also forgotten your heart! I should never have let you have it back.
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Griefs, at the moment when they change into ideas, lose some of their power to injure our heart.
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