Marcel Proust Quotes
We see things but we don't see them, like things that slid through the mind, one flowing into another.
Marcel Proust
Quotes to Explore
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I don't think you should exploit your own pain.
Laura Linney
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Let the world know you as you are, not as you think you should be, because sooner or later, if you are posing, you will forget the pose, and then where are you?
Fanny Brice
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When service members are discharged, we should express our gratitude for their profound personal sacrifice, not hand them a bill for their hospital food.
Barbara Boxer
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You want good ratings, you want people to like the show, you want to be appreciated for the hard work you put in. You don't always get it. Every show is not beloved.
Yvette Nicole Brown
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I grew up reading 19th-century novels and late Victorian children's books, so I try for a good story full of coincidence and error, landscape and weather. However, the world was radically changed during my lifetime, and I tell of that battering as best I can.
Fanny Howe
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Because war is a competition involving life and death, and in which national security and vital interests are at stake, establishing an objective other than winning is not only counterproductive, but also irresponsible and wasteful. In some circumstances, it is also unethical.
H. R. McMaster
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Our world is rotten, but I’ve no confidence that the new world will be better!
Marion Zimmer Bradley
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I don't know what I believe in. I try not to think about it. I don't want to think about it.
Alan Shearer
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I was always curious about motivation and intention, and really, that's a lot of what acting is.
Liev Schreiber
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Intrapreneurs consider them-selves on a mission to help society, to give it what it needs and wants, to truly serve others and improve themselves. Like all producers, they believe in a deep accountability, refuse to assign blame, don't believe in failure, and give their heart and sould to truly serve the customer and benefit society.
Oliver DeMille
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We see things but we don't see them, like things that slid through the mind, one flowing into another.
Marcel Proust