The smell and taste of things remain poised a long time, like souls, ready to remind us… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
When from a long distant past nothing subsists after the things are broken and scattered, the smell and taste of things remain. — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
Perfume is that last and best reserve of the past, the one which when all out tears have run dry, can make… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
An hour is not merely an hour, it is a vase full of scents and sounds and projects and climates. — 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
“madeleine soaked in her decoction of lime-flowers which my aunt used to give me (although I did not yet know and must… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
So we don't believe that life is beautiful because we don't recall it but if we get a whiff of a long-forgotten… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
I shall not find a painting more beautiful because the artist has painted a hawthorn in the foreground, though I know of… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
“But, when nothing subsists of an old past, after the death of people, after the destruction of things, alone, frailer but more… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
But when from a long-distant past nothing subsists, after the people are dead, after the things are broken and scattered, taste and… — 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
