“Well, how could a reader notice that? There may be something lacking there I admit. But heavens above, they ought to count… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
“They buried him, but all through the night of mourning, in the lighted windows, his books arranged three by three kept watch… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
“It seemed to me that the beauty of the trees was hers also, and that, as for the spirit of those horizons,… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
“But even with respect to the most insignificant things in life, none of us constitutes a material whole, identical for everyone, which… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
These dreams reminded me that, since I wished some day to become a writer, it was high time to decide what sort… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
“...and he would have also to endure his book like a form of fatigue, to accept it like a discipline, build it… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
“All the while that Jean was listening to him, he was vaguely conscious that what gives literature its reality is the result… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
“But the true nature which we repress continues nevertheless to abide within us. Thus it is that at times, if we read… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
“It was evident to me then that I existed in the same manner as all other men, that I must grow old,… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
Pour e crire ce livre essentiel, le seul livre vrai, un grand e crivain n'a pas, dans le sens courant, a' l'inventer… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
“Days in the past cover up little by little those that preceded them and are themselves buried beneath those that follow them.… — 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
“In reality, every reader, while he is reading, is the reader of his own self. The writer’s work is merely a kind… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
“And once the novelist has brought us to this state, in which, as in all purely mental states, every emotion is multiplied… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
“They were in no way connected now with nature, with the world of real things, which from now onwards lost all its… — Marcel Proust 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 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 Copy Share Image
“precisely the same way the pastoral novels of George Sand, which she was giving me for my birthday, were regular lumber-rooms of… — 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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
The bonds that unite another person to our self exist only in our mind. — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
...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 Image
“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 Image
“Art extracted from the most familiar reality does indeed exist and its domain is perhaps the largest of any.” — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
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 Image
“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 Image
“We betroth ourselves by proxy, and then feel obliged to marry the intermediary.” — 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” that she… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image