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A picture's beauty does not depend on the things portrayed in it.
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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How can we have the courage to wish to live, how can we make a movement to preserve ourselves from death, in a world where love is provoked by a lie and consists solely in the need of having our sufferings appeased by whatever being has made us suffer?
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Like many intellectuals, he was incapable of saying a simple thing in a simple way.
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People who laugh so heartily at what they themselves have said, when it is not funny, dispense us accordingly, by taking upon themselves the responsibility for the mirth, from joining in it.
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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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Desire makes everything blossom
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A work in which there are theories is like an object which still has the ticket that shows its price.
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Masterpieces are no more than the shipwrecked flotsam of great minds.
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Time, which changes people, does not alter the image we have retained of them.
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Dear Friend: I have nearly died three times since morning.
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Less disappointing than life, great works of art do not begin by giving us all their best.
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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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It is up to my spirit to find the truth. But how? Grave uncertainty, each time the spirit feels beyond its own comprehension whenit, the explorer, is altogether to obscure land that it must search and where all its baggage is of no use. To search? That is not all: to create.
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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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There are people whose faces assume an unaccustomed beauty and majesty the moment they cease to look out of their eyes.
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