...the memory of a particular image is but regret for a particular moment.. — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
Remembrance of things past is not necessarily the remembrance of things as they were. — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
How paradoxical it is to search reality for the pictures that are stored in one's memory. — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
“When nothing else subsists from the past, after the people are dead, after the things are broken and scattered...the smell and taste… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
Our memory is like a shop in the window of which is exposed now one, now another photograph of the same person.… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
The images selected by memory are as arbitrary, as narrow, as elusive as those which the imagination had formed and reality has… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
The moments of the past do not remain still; they retain in our memory the motion which drew them towards the future,… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
“It is said that nothing in our lives is ever lost, that nothing can prevent its having been. That is why, so… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
We exist only by virtue of what we possess, we possess only what is really present to us, and many of our… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
It is the wicked deception of love that it begins by making us dwell not upon a woman in the outside world… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
There is no man ... however wise, who has not at some period of his youth said things, or lived a life,… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
The bonds between ourselves and another person exists only in our minds. Memory as it grows fainter loosens them, and notwithstanding the… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
The places we have known do not belong solely to the world of space in which we situate them for our greater… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
After a certain age our memories are so intertwined with one another that what we are thinking of, the book we are… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
“And it is because they contain thus within themselves the hours of the past that human bodies have the power to hurt… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
“What best remind us of a person is precisely what we had forgotten (because it was of no importance, and we therefore… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
“machinery' of life at Versailles; and was able, too, to persuade herself that her silence, a shade of good humour or of arrogance on… — Marcel Proust Copy Share
“For her [Françoise], wealth was like a necessary condition without which virtue would lack both merit and charm. She made so little distinction between… — Marcel Proust Copy Share
Knowing does not always allow us to prevent, but at least the things that we know, we hold them, if not in our hands,… — Marcel Proust Copy Share
...a writer's works, like the water in an artesian well, mount to a height which is in proportion to the depth to which suffering… — Marcel Proust Copy Share
“Then from those profound slumbers we awake in a dawn, not knowing who we are, being nobody, newly born, ready for anything, the brain… — Marcel Proust Copy Share
“Art extracted from the most familiar reality does indeed exist and its domain is perhaps the largest of any.” — Marcel Proust Copy Share
I find very reasonable the Celtic belief that the souls of our dearly departed are trapped in some inferior being, in an animal, aplant,… — Marcel Proust Copy Share
“When you heard anyone in the middle of a talk which was being deliberately kept off the Affair announce furtively some piece of political… — Marcel Proust Copy Share
“We betroth ourselves by proxy, and then feel obliged to marry the intermediary.” — Marcel Proust Copy Share
“But the old lady on the contrary, far from justifying her daughter’s fears, felt every time someone of her own age “disappeared” that she… — Marcel Proust Copy Share
Often it is just lack of imagination that keeps a man from suffering very much. — Marcel Proust Copy Share
“When we are nice to others, we generally lose all claim to their respect.” — Marcel Proust Copy Share
“Nobility is often no more than the inner aspect which our egotistical feelings assume when we have not yet named and classified them.” — Marcel Proust Copy Share
