A powerful idea communicates some of its strength to him who challenges it. — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
The artist who gives up an hour of work for an hour of conversation with a friend knows that he is sacrificing… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
“Lies, so often misleading and which form the substance of all conversations, are less effective in covering up a feeling of dislike… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
A powerful idea communicates some of its power to the man who contradicts it — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
The fact of the matter is that, since we are determined always to keep our feelings to ourselves, we have never given… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
“I might go alone as far as the porch of Saint-André-des-Champs: never did I find there the girl whom I should inevitably… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
Conversation, which is friendship's mode of expression, is a superficial digression which gives us nothing worth acquiring. We may talk for a… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
“There are certain original and distinguished authors in whom the least ‘freedom of speech’ is thought revolting because they have not begun… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
“We imagine always when we speak that it is our own ears, our own mind, that are listening. The truth which one… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
“I should count myself most fortunate..." Swann was beginning, a trifle pompously, when the Doctor broke in derisively. Having once heard it… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
“Although she failed to grasp the meaning of this speech, she did understand that it might belong to the category of 'scoldings'… — Marcel Proust 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
The artist who gives up an hour of work for an hour of conversation with a friend knows that he is sacrificing… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
“I wondered whether music might not be the unique example of what might have been - if the invention of language, the… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
“If the conversations of two people bound by a tie of intimacy are full of lies, these crop up no less spontaneously… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
“I would ask myself what o'clock it could be; I could hear the whistling of trains, which, now nearer and now farther… — 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