“They buried him, but all through the night of mourning, in the lighted windows, his books arranged three by three kept watch… — Marcel Proust Books Copy Share Image
May you always see a blue sky overhead, my young friend; and then, even when the time comes, as it has come… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
“Mme. de Gallardon, who could never stop herself from sacrificing her greatest social ambitions and highest hopes of someday dazzling the world… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
“Who cannot recall, as I can, the reading they did in the holidays, which one would conceal successively in all those hours… — Marcel Proust Reading Copy Share Image
“it was only at that moment—more than a year after her burial, because of the anachronism which so often prevents the calendar… — Marcel Proust Anachronism Copy Share Image
Daughters of the attitude that produced them, certain women will not appeal to us without the double bed in which we find… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
“The suppression of suffering? Can I really have believed it, have believed that death merely strikes out what exists, and leaves everything… — Marcel Proust Death Copy Share Image
Aristocracy is a relative thing. And there are plenty of out-of-the-way places where the son of an upholsterer is the arbiter of… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
“large birds flew swiftly over the Bois, as over a real wood, and with shrill cries perched, one after another, on the… — Marcel Proust Memory Copy Share Image
“Her mind, shaped so long before my own, was for me the equivalent of what had been offered me by the behaviour… — Marcel Proust Good man Copy Share Image
“She observed the dumb-show by which her neighbour was expressing her passion for music, but she refrained from copying it. This was… — Marcel Proust Class Copy Share Image
“For, like desire, regret seeks not to be analysed but to be satisfied. When one begins to love, one spends one’s time,… — Marcel Proust Desire Copy Share Image
“But all of a sudden the scene changed; it was the memory, no longer of old impressions but of an old desire,… — Marcel Proust Blue and gold 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 Art Copy Share Image
Wisdom cannot be imparted. Wisdom that a wise man attempts to impart always sounds like foolishness to someone else ... Knowledge can… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
“From that evening, Swann understood that the feeling which Odette had once had for him would never revive, that his hopes of… — Marcel Proust Death Copy Share Image
I was not at all worried about finding my doctor boring; I expected from him, thanks to an art of which the… — Marcel Proust Art Copy Share Image
“We desire some pleasure, and the material means of obtaining it are lacking. “It is a mistake,” Labruyère tells us, “to be… — Marcel Proust Desire Copy Share Image
“In reality every reader is, while he is reading, the reader of his own self. The writer's work is merely a kind… — Marcel Proust Book Copy Share Image
“… it would even be inexact to say that I thought of those who read it as readers of my book. Because… — Marcel Proust Books Copy Share Image
“M. de Charlus persisted in not replying. I thought I could see a smile flicker about his lips: the smile of the… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
“But the old lady on the contrary, far from justifying her daughter’s fears, felt every time someone of her own age “disappeared”… — Marcel Proust Children Copy Share Image
“Memory, instead of being a duplicate, always present before one's eyes, of the various events of one's life, is rather a void… — Marcel Proust Insightful Copy Share Image
“then we would enter what he called his “study,” a room whose walls were hung with prints which showed, against a dark… — Marcel Proust Artist Copy Share Image
“I feel that there is much to be said for the Celtic belief that the souls of those whom we have lost… — Marcel Proust Memory Copy Share Image
“Moreover — just as in moments of musing contemplation of nature, the normal actions of the mind being suspended, and our abstract… — Marcel Proust Contemplation Copy Share Image
A powerful idea communicates some of its power to the man who contradicts it. Partaking of the universal community of minds, it… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
“Among all the modes by which love is brought into being, among all the agents which disseminate that blessed bane, there are… — Marcel Proust Attraction Copy Share Image
“It was with an unusual intensity of pleasure, a pleasure destined to have a lasting effect on him, that Swann remarked Odette's… — Marcel Proust Botticelli Copy Share Image
“Alas, it was in vain that I implored the dungeon-keep of Roussainville, that I begged it to send out to meet me… — Marcel Proust Masturbation Copy Share Image
“The places that we have known belong now only to the little world of space on which we map them for our… — Marcel Proust Journey Copy Share Image
“It remained dark. Outside the window, the balcony was grey. Suddenly, on its sullen stone, I did not indeed see a less… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
“...the mode by which he "heard" the universe and projected it far beyond himself. Perhaps it was in this, I said to… — Marcel Proust Art Copy Share Image
“all this made of the church for me something entirely different from the rest of the town: an edifice occupying, so to… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
“One morning indeed, I felt a sudden misgiving that she not only had left the house but had gone for good: I… — Marcel Proust Human life Copy Share Image
“a middle-aged lady in a small country town, by doing no more than yield whole-hearted obedience to her own irresistible eccentricities, and… — Marcel Proust Daily life Copy Share Image
“The woods, the vines, the very stones, were at one with the brightness of the sun and the unblemished sky, and even… — Marcel Proust Change Copy Share Image
“The process which had begun in her - and in he a little earlier only than it must come to all of… — Marcel Proust Death Copy Share Image
“We may, indeed, say that the hour of death is uncertain, but when we say this we think of that hour as… — Marcel Proust Death Copy Share Image
“[My grandmother] was so humble of heart and so gentle that her tenderness for others and her disregard for herself and her… — Marcel Proust Grandmother Copy Share Image