Love Quotes by Marcel Proust

Desire makes everything blossom

— Marcel Proust

“One can seldom admire what one loves.”

— Marcel Proust

“Love is space and time made perceptible to the heart.”

— Marcel Proust

Love is space and time measured by the heart.

— Marcel Proust

In love, happiness is an abnormal state.

— Marcel Proust

Love is a reciprocal torture.

— Marcel Proust

That translucent alabaster of our memories.

— Marcel Proust

We love only what we do not wholly possess.

— Marcel Proust

“And in love, it is easier to relinquish a feeling than to give up a habit.”

— Marcel Proust

“It is a mistake," Labruyère tells us, "to be in love without an ample fortune.”

— Marcel Proust

Love is a striking example of how little reality means to us.

— Marcel Proust

Love…, ever unsatisfied, lives always in the moment that is about to come.

— Marcel Proust

A woman one loves rarely suffices for all our needs, so we deceive her with another whom we do not love.

— Marcel Proust

“The most exclusive love for a person is always a love for something else.”

— Marcel Proust

We see things but we don't see them, like things that slid through the mind, one flowing into another.

— Marcel Proust

“it is sometimes enough to make us love a woman that she looks on us with contempt,”

— Marcel Proust

“And so it is with things that we shall later love the most. We meet them first as strangers who give us…

— Marcel Proust

“One felt that in her renunciation of life she had deliberately abandoned those places in which she might at least have been…

— Marcel Proust

“Just think of how many projects, travels, love affairs, studies it - our life - hides from us, made invisible by our…

— Marcel Proust

Like everybody who is not loved that one chose the person whom one loved after endless deliberations and on the strength of…

— Marcel Proust

“With women who do not love us, as with the "dear departed," the knowledge that there is no hope left does not…

— Marcel Proust

“It was she whom I loved and whom I could not therefore see without that anxiety, without that desire for something more,…

— Marcel Proust

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

“It is to such sufferings that we attach the pleasure of loving, of delighting in the most insignificant remarks of a woman,…

— Marcel Proust

“And at once I fell in love with her, for if it is sometimes enough to make us love a woman that…

— Marcel Proust

“I loved her [Gilberte]; I was sorry not to have had the time and the inspiration to insult her, to hurt her,…

— Marcel Proust

Every kiss provokes another. Oh, in those earliest days of love how naturally the kisses spring to life! So closely, in their…

— Marcel Proust

“Having a liking for someone is one thing; but to be afflicted with the sadness, the feeling of something irreparable having happened,…

— Marcel Proust

“I was genuinely in love with Mme. de Guermantes. The greatest happiness that I could have asked of God would have been…

— Marcel Proust

People who, not being in love themselves, feel that a clever man should only be unhappy about a person who is worth…

— Marcel Proust

When we are in love, our love is too big a thing for us to be able altogether to contain it within…

— Marcel Proust

A certain similarity exists, although the type evolves, between all the women we love, a similarity that is due to the fixity…

— Marcel Proust

“Now there is one thing I can tell you: you will enjoy certain pleasures you would not fathom now. When you still…

— Marcel Proust

It is the wicked deception of love that it begins by making us dwell not upon a woman in the outside world…

— Marcel Proust

“When Jean and his mother left Etreuilles, Monsieur Sureau had gathered for them great boxfuls of hawthorn and of snowballs which Madame…

— Marcel Proust

“At the start of a new love as its ending, we are not exclusively attached to the object of that love, but…

— Marcel Proust

“There is a degree of resemblance between the women we love at different times; and this resemblance, though it devolves, derives from…

— Marcel Proust

“what we love is too much in the past, consists too much in the time that we have spent together for us…

— Marcel Proust

A collection of bad love songs, tattered from overuse, has to touch us like a cemetery or a village. So what if…

— Marcel Proust

This love of ours, in so far as it is a love for one particular creature, is not perhaps a very real…

— Marcel Proust