“Presently, one after another, like shyly hopping sparrows, her friends arrived, black against the snow.” — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
Friendship is in the end no more than: " . . . a lie which seeks to make us believe that we are not irremediably alone." — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
At the heart of our friendly or purely social relations, there lurks a hostility momentarily cured but recurring by fits and starts. — 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 have friends wherever there are companies of trees, wounded but not vanquished, which huddle together with touching obstinancy to implore an… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
The opinions which we hold of one another, our relations with friends and kinfolk are in no sense permanent, save in appearance,… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
“...we need to bear in mind that our opinion of other people, our ties with friends or family, have only the semblance… — 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
“a larger reality which had not been created for my benefit, from whose judgments there was no appeal, in the heart of… — Marcel Proust 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
“Saddened by the misfortune of the Jews, remembering his friendship with Christians, increasingly mannered and affected as time went on for reasons… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
The bonds between ourselves and another person exists only in our minds. Memory as it grows fainter loosens them, and notwithstanding the… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
“but they knew, either instinctively or from experience, that our impulsive emotions have but little influence over the course of our actions… — 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
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
“The process which had begun in her - and in he a little earlier only than it must come to all 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