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Like a kaleidoscope which is every now and then given a turn, society arranges successively in different orders elements which one would have supposed immutable, and composes a new pattern.
Marcel Proust
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Marcel Proust
Age: 51 †
Born: 1871
Born: July 10
Died: 1922
Died: November 18
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A photograph acquires something of the dignity which it ordinarily lacks when it ceases to be a reproduction of reality and shows us things that no longer exist.
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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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We don't receive wisdom we must discover it for ourselves after a journey that no one can take for us or spare us.
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The tiny, initial clue ... by allowing us to imagine what we do not know, stimulates a desire for knowledge.
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A picture's beauty does not depend on the things portrayed in it.
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Through art alone are we able to emerge from ourselves, to know what another person sees of a universe which is not the same as our own and of which, without art, the landscapes would remain as unknown to us as those that may exist on the moon.
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...Hard people are weak people whom nobody wants, and the strong, caring little whether they are wanted or not, have alone that meekness which the common herd mistake for weakness.
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I blame the newspapers because every day they call our attention to insignificant things, while three or four times in our lives,we read books that contain essential things. Once we feverishly tear the band of paper enclosing our newspapers, things should change and we should find--I do not know--the Pensées by Pascal!
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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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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.
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In love, happiness is an abnormal state.
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What barrier is so insurmountable as silence?
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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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We are all of us obliged, if we are to make reality endurable, to nurse a few little follies in ourselves.
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To a great extent, suffering is a sort of need felt by the organism to make itself familiar with a new state, which makes it uneasy, to adapt its sensibility to that state.
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When we have passed a certain age, the soul of the child that we were and the souls of the dead from whom we sprang come and shower upon us their riches and their spells, asking to be allowed to contribute to the new emotions which we feel and in which, erasing their former image, we recast them in an original creation.
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