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Griefs, at the moment when they change into ideas, lose some of their power to injure our heart.
Marcel Proust
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Marcel Proust
Age: 51 †
Born: 1871
Born: July 10
Died: 1922
Died: November 18
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That translucent alabaster of our memories.
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