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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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Our vanity, our passions, our spirit of imitation, our abstract intelligence, our habits have long been at work, and it is the task of art to undo this work of theirs, making us travel back in the direction from which we have come to the depths where what has really existed lies unknown within us.
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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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In reality, every reader is, while reading, the reader of his own self.
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Everything great in the world comes from neurotics. They alone have founded our religions and composed our masterpieces.
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For every sin there is forgiveness, and especially for the sins of youth.
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A work should convey its entire meaning by itself, imposing it on the spectator even before he knows what the subject is.
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