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Marcel Proust: top 300 quotes
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Love (n.) is a subjective phenomenon which creates, from oneself, a person wholly distinct from the person whom the world knows by the same name.
Love (n.) , ever-unsatisfied, lives always in the moment that is about to come.
Love (n.) is a striking example of how little reality means to us.
Love (n.) is not vain when it is frustrated, but when it is fulfilled. The people we love turn to ashes when we possess them.
Love (n.) is curious — possessing what one loves is an even greater joy than love itself.
Love (n.) is absent any peace of mind, since the advantage one has secured in love is never anything but a fresh starting-point for future desires.
Love (n.) is that wherein happiness is an abnormal thing.
Love (n.) is an incurable malady like those pathetic states in which rheumatism affords the sufferer a brief respite only to be replaced by epileptic form headaches.
Love (n.) is space and time measured by the heart.
The Tree (n.) is of a vigorous and pacific tribe which, without stint, produces strengthening essences for us and soothing balms.
Fantasy (n.) is nourished in order to make reality endurable.
The Masterpiece (n.) is nothing other than the shipwrecked flotsam of great minds.
Life (n.) is not to be waited for nor longed for.
Art (n.) is alone in offering us a means by which we can get outside of ourselves and know another's view of the universe which is not the same as ours.
Art's (n.) task is to undo the work of our passions that have long been at work, making us travel back in the direction from which we have come to the depths where what has really existed lies unknown within us.
Art (n.) is a thing by which instead of seeing one world - our own - we see it multiplied and as many original artists as there are, so many worlds are at our disposal.
Art (n.) is the sole means by which we might emerge from ourselves and know what another person sees.
Death (n.) is an illness from which, in truth, we recover.
Death (n.) is far more accuratedly represented by the practical, painful, obscure, visceral thoughts of the dying than the abstract idea to which we are accustomed to give the name of Death.
Happiness (n.) is beneficial for the body while it is grief that develops the powers of the mind.
Happiness (n.) is an abnormal thing in love.
Happiness's (n.) purpose is to make unhappiness possible.