It is desire that engenders belief; if we fail as a rule to take this into account, it is because most of… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
“At the start of a new love as its ending, we are not exclusively attached to the object of that love, but… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
“Coming abruptly, and without giving me time to trace it accurately to its source among so many ideas of a very different… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
“And even in my most carnal desires, oriented always in a particular direction, concentrated round a single dream, I might have recognized… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
“It was she whom I loved and whom I could not therefore see without that anxiety, without that desire for something more,… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
We do not succeed in changing things according to our desire, but gradually our desire changes. The situation that we hoped to… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
To understand a profound thought is to have, at the moment one understands it, a profound thought oneself; and this demands some… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
There's nothing like desire to prevent the things one says from having any resemblance to the things in one's mind. — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
Our desires cut across one another, and in this confused existence it is rare for happiness to coincide with the desire that… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
“There is nothing like desire for obstructing any resemblance between what one says and what one has on one's mind.” — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
“This was not to say, however, that she did not long, at times, for some greater change, that she did not experience… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
“Our slightest desire, though unique as a chord, nevertheless includes the fundamental notes on which the whole of our life is built.… — Marcel Proust 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 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
“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 Copy Share Image
“Sometimes to the exhilaration which I derived from being alone would be added an alternative feeling, so that I could not be… — Marcel Proust 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 Copy Share Image
Fashions, being themselves begotten of the desire for change, are quick to change also. — Marcel Proust 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 Copy Share Image
For, just as in the beginning it is formed by desire, so afterwards love is kept in existence only by painful anxiety. — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
“Our desires interweave with one another; and in the confusion of existence, it is seldom that a joy is promptly paired with… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
The tiny, initial clue ... by allowing us to imagine what we do not know, stimulates a desire for knowledge. — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
There can be no peace of mind in love, since the advantage one has secured is never anything but a fresh starting-point… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
“We consider it innocent to desire, and heinous that the other person should do so.” — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
“Or she would look at him with a sullen expression, once again he would see before him a face worthy of figuring… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
Desire makes everything blossom; possession makes everything wither and fade. — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
In the sort of screen dappled with different states of mind which my consciousness would simultaneously unfold while I read, and which… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
“Jean's desires, like those of all men in love, were concentrated on the impossible.” — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
We do not succeed in changing things according to our desire, but gradually our desire changes. — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
“But if this desire that a woman should appear added for me something more exalting than the charms of nature, they in… — 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