It comes so soon, the moment when there is nothing left to wait for.
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Happiness is beneficial for the body, but it is grief that develops the powers of the mind.
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Now are the woods all black,
But still the sky is blue.
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Let us be grateful to the people who make us happy; they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.
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Reading is that fruitful miracle of a communication in the midst of solitude.
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El recordar una determinada imagen no es sino echar de menos un determinado instante, y las casas, los caminos, los paseos, desgraciadamente son tan fugitivos como los años
Marcel ProustThe soldier is convinced that a certain indefinitely extendable time period is accorded him before he is killed, the burglar before he is caught, men in general, before they must die. That is the amulet which preserves individuals — and sometimes populations — not from danger, but from the fear of danger, in reality from the belief in danger, which in some cases allows them to brave it without being brave. Such a confidence, just as unfounded, supports the lover who counts on a reconciliation, a letter.
Marcel ProustTag: life
Desire makes everything blossom; possession makes everything wither and fade.
Marcel ProustLove is not vain because it is frustrated, but because it is fulfilled. The people we love turn to ashes when we posess them.
Marcel ProustThe thirst for something other than what we have…to bring something new, even if it is worse, some emotion, some sorrow; when our sensibility, which happiness has silenced like an idle harp, wants to resonate under some hand, even a rough one, and even if it might be broken by it.
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