It is not because other people are dead that our affection for them grows faint, it is because we ourselves are dying. — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
A collection of bad love songs, tattered from overuse, has to touch us like a cemetery or a village. So what if… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
“Fall in love with a dog's bum, And thou'll think it pretty as a plum.” — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
“For in this respect love is not like war; after the battle is ended we renew the fight with keener ardour, which… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
People who are not in love fail to understand how an intelligent man can suffer because of a very ordinary woman. This… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
How can we have the courage to wish to live, how can we make a movement to preserve ourselves from death, in… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
“In reality, there is in love a permanent strain of suffering which happiness neutralises, makes potential only, postpones, but which may at… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
“Besides, those whose suffering is due to love are, as we say of certain invalids, their own physicians. As consolation can come… — 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
“As by an electric current that gives us a shock, I have been shaken by my loves, I have lived them, I… — 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
“When Jean and his mother left Etreuilles, Monsieur Sureau had gathered for them great boxfuls of hawthorn and of snowballs which Madame… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
“But ever since, more than a year before, discovering to him many of the riches of his own soul, the love of… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
“And at once I fell in love with her, for if it is sometimes enough to make us love a woman that… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
“With the wisdom of people not in love who believe a man of sense should be unhappy only over a person who… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
We were resigned to suffering, thinking that we loved outside ourselves, and we perceive that our love is a function of our… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
“I was merely making more perceptible that binary rhythm which love adopts in all those who have too little confidence in themselves… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
We see things but we don't see them, like things that slid through the mind, one flowing into another. — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
“Among all the methods by which love is brought into being, among all the agents which disseminate that blessed bane, there are… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
In reality, in love there is a permanent suffering which joy neutralizes, renders virtual delays, but which can at any moment become… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
For what we suppose to be our love or our jealousy is never a single, continuous and indivisible passion. It is composed… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
“However, it was impossible for any love of mine for Andrée to be true: she was too intellectual, too highly strung, too… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
“This malady which Swann’s love had become had so proliferated, was so closely interwoven with all his habits, with all his actions,… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
And indeed when we are no longer in love with women whom we meet after many years, is there not the abyss… — 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
