There is no one, no matter how wise he is, who has not in his youth saidthings or done things that are so unpleasant to recall in later life thathe would expunge them entirely from his memory if that were possible.
Everything great in the world is done by neurotics; they alone founded our religions and created our masterpieces.
We are healed of a suffering only by experiencing it to the full.
Like many intellectuals, he was incapable of saying a simple thing in a simple way
Let us leave pretty women to men with no imagination.
Let us be grateful to the people who make us happy; they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.
The charms of a passing woman are usually in direct relation to the speed of her passing.
The only true paradise is paradise lost
The only real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes but in having new eyes.
The voyage of discovery is not in seeking new landscapes but in having new eyes.
For each illness that doctors cure with medicine, they provoke ten in healthy people by inoculating them with the virus that is a thousand times more powerful than any microbe: the idea that one is ill.
If we are to make reality endurable, we must all nourish a fantasy or two.
Only through art can we emerge from ourselves and know what another person sees.
The bonds that unite another person to our self exist only in our mind.
There are perhaps no days of our childhood we lived so fully as those we spent with a favorite book.
Le temps qui change les e" tres ne modifie pas l'image que nous avons garde e d'eux. Although time changes people, it cannot change the image we have already made of them.
The heart changes...but we learn of it only from reading or by imagination; for in reality its alteration, like that of certain natural phenomena, is so gradual that, even if we are able to distinguish, successively, each of its different states, we are still spared the actual sensation of change.
It is comforting when one has a sorrow to lie in the warmth of one's bed and there, abandoning all effort and all resistance, to bury even one's head under the cover, giving one's self up to it completely, moaning like branches in the autumn wind. But there is still a better bed, full of divine odors. It is our sweet, our profound, our impenetrable friendship.
...the memory of a particular image is but regret for a particular moment..
Time, which changes people, does not alter the image we have retained of them.
Love is a striking example of how little reality means to us.
In a separation it is the one who is not really in love who says the more tender things.
If a little dreaming is dangerous, the cure for it is not to dream less but to dream more, to dream all the time.
One must never miss an opportunity of quoting things by others which are always more interesting than those one thinks up oneself.
Everything great in the world comes from neurotics. They alone have founded our religions and composed our masterpieces.
When you work to please others you can't succeed, but the things you do to satisfy yourself stand a chance of catching someone's interest.
My destination is no longer a place, rather a new way of seeing.
Sometimes in this life, under the stress of an exceptional emotion, people do say what they think.
Do not wait for life. Do not long for it. Be aware, always and at every moment, that the miracle is in the here and now.
Love is a reciprocal torture.
The only paradise is paradise lost.
Love is space and time measured by the heart.
Happiness is beneficial for the body, but it is grief that develops the powers of the mind.
People do not die for us immediately, but remain bathed in a sort of aura of life which bears no relation to true immortality but through which they continue to occupy our thoughts in the same way as when they were alive. It is as though they were traveling abroad.
Your soul is a dark forest. But the trees are of a particular species, they are genealogical trees.
For what we suppose to be our love or our jealousy is never a single, continuous and indivisible passion. It is composed of an infinity of successive loves, of different jealousies, each of which is ephemeral, although by their uninterrupted multiplicity they give us the impression of continuity, the illusion of unity.
Nine tenths of the ills from which intelligent people suffer spring from their intellect.
Time passes, and little by little everything that we have spoken in falsehood becomes true.
Theoretically, we know that the world turns, but in fact we do not notice it, the earth on which we walk does not seem to move andwe live on in peace. This is how it is concerning Time in our lives. And to render its passing perceptible, novelists must... have their readers cross ten, twenty, thirty years in two minutes.
There is no more ridiculous custom than the one that makes you express sympathy once and for all on a given day to a person whose sorrow will endure as long as his life. Such grief, felt in such a way is always present, it is never too late to talk about it, never repetitious to mention it again.