A change in the weather is sufficient to recreate the world and ourselves. — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
The loss of a sense adds as much beauty to the world as its acquisition. — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
Only by art can we get outside ourselves, instead of seeing only one world, our own, we see it under multiple forms. — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
To be an artist is to fail, as no other dare to fail... failure is his world and the shrink from it… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
The creation of the world did not occur at the beginning of time, it occurs every day. — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
There is not a woman in the world the possession of whom is as precious as that of the truths which she… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
That which we remember of our conduct is ignored by our closest neighbour; but that which we have forgotten having said, or… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
The world was not created once and for all time for each of us individually. There are added to it in the… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
Thanks to art, instead of seeing one world, our own, we see it multiplied and as many original artists as there are,… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
There is in this world in which everything wears out, everything perishes, one thing that crumbles into dust, that destroys itself still… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
We feel in one world, we think and name in another. Between the two we can set up a system of references,… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
Everything great in the world comes from neurotics. They alone have founded our religions and composed our masterpieces. — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
Indeed, among the lesser auxiliaries to success in love, an absence, the declining of an invitation to dinner, an unintentional, unconscious harshness… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
How can we have the courage to wish to live, how can we make a movement to preserve ourselves from death, in… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
The truth has no need to be uttered to be made apparent, and ... one may perhaps gather it with more certainty,… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
We do not receive wisdom, we must discover it for ourselves, after a journey through the wilderness which no one else can… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
Facts do not find their way into the world in which our beliefs reside; they did not produce our beliefs, they do… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
A sleeping man holds in a circle around him the thread of the hours, the order of years and of worlds. He… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
Everything we think of as great has come to us from neurotics. It is they and they alone who found religions and… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
Theoretically, we know that the world turns, but in fact we do not notice it, the earth on which we walk does… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
Thanks to art, instead of seeing one world only, our own, we see that world multiply itself and we have at our… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
A collection of bad love songs, tattered from overuse, has to touch us like a cemetery or a village. So what if… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
We do not receive wisdom, we must discover it for ourselves, after a journey through the wilderness which no one else can… — 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
Not caring for their lives' is it? Why, what in the world is there that we should care for if it's not… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
And indeed when we are no longer in love with women whom we meet after many years, is there not the abyss… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
No doubt very few people understand the purely subjective nature of the phenomenon that we call love, or how it creates, so… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
Only through art can we get outside of ourselves and know another's view of the universe which is not the same as… — 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
The great renunciation of old age as it prepared for death, wraps itself up in its chrysalis, which may be observed at… — 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
