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"My dears, laugh at me if you like; it is not conventionally beautiful, but there is something in its quaint old face which pleases me. If it could play the piano, I am sure it would really play."
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"Stars earn their brightest colors in the dark."
"Each moment has an unrealized dimension of beauty that only your perspective can liberate."
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"You always were beautiful, and you always will be beautiful."
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"People do not die for us immediately, but remain bathed in a sort of aura oflife which bears no relation to true immortality but through which theycontinue to occupy our thoughts in the same way as when they were alive. Itis as though they were traveling abroad."
"We don't receive wisdom; we must discover it for ourselves after a journey that no one can take for us or spare us."
"A fashionable milieu is one in which everybody's opinion is made up of the opinion of all the others. Has everybody a different opinion? Then it is a literary milieu."
"The so-called sensitivity of neurotics develops along with their egotism, they cannot bear for other people to flaunt the sufferings with which they are increasingly preoccupied themselves."
"It is not because other people are dead that our affection for them grows faint, it is because we ourselves are dying."
"... the courage of one's opinions is always a form of calculating cowardice in the eyes of the 'other side'..."
"No exile at the South Pole or on the summit of Mont Blanc separates us more effectively from others than the practice of a hidden vice."
"And so too, in later years, when I began to write a book of my own, and the quality of some sentences seemed so inadequate that I could not make up my mind to go on with the undertaking. I would find the equivalent in Bergotte. But it was only then, when I read them in his pages, that I could enjoy them; when it was I myself who composed them, in my anxiety that they should exactly reproduce what I had perceived in my mind's eye, and in my fear of their not turning out "true to life," how could I find time to ask myself whether what I was writing was pleasing!"
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