Monday, January 12, 2009

Marcel Proust

Only through art can we emerge from ourselves and know what another person sees.

We don't receive wisdom; we must discover it for ourselves after a journey that no one can take for us or spare us.

The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes.

It is always during a passing state of mind that we make lasting resolutions.

Let us be grateful to people who make us happy, they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.

There are perhaps no days of our childhood we lived so fully as those we spent with a favorite book.

Like everybody who is not in love, he thought one chose the person to be loved after endless deliberations and on the basis of particular qualities or advantages.

Love is a reciprocal torture.

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