Like everybody who is not loved that one chose the person whom one loved after endless deliberations and on the strength of… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
The bonds that unite another person to ourselves exist only in our mind. Memory as it grows fainter relaxes them, and notwithstanding… — 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
Like everybody who is not in love, he thought one chose the person to be loved after endless deliberations and on the… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
“Why, I have never anything to do. I am always free, and I always will be free if you want me.” — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
... we made much less happy by the kindness of a great writer, which strictly speaking we find only in his books,… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
“All those beings who revealed truths to me and who were no longer there, seemed to me to have lived a life… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
“what we love is too much in the past, consists too much in the time that we have spent together for us… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
“One would be cured for ever of romanticism if one could make up one’s mind, in thinking of the woman one loves,… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
“At this time of life one has already been wounded more than once by the darts of love; it no longer evolves… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
“Not that the clear perception of certain weaknesses in those whom we love in any way diminishes our affection for them; rather… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
“There is a degree of resemblance between the women we love at different times; and this resemblance, though it devolves, derives from… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
“During those periods in which our bitterness of spirit, though steadily diminishing, still persists, a distinction must be drawn between the bitterness… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
“Oh, my poor little hawthorns," I was assuring them through my sobs, "it isn't you who want me to be unhappy, to… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
“[...]however much one may love the poison that is destroying one, when one has compulsorily to do without it, and has had… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
“To think that I have wasted years of my life, that I have longed for death, that the greatest love that I… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
“Just think of how many projects, travels, love affairs, studies it - our life - hides from us, made invisible by our… — 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
This love of ours, in so far as it is a love for one particular creature, is not perhaps a very real… — 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
It is the wicked deception of love that it begins by making us dwell not upon a woman in the outside world… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
We are ordinarily so indifferent to people that when we have invested one of them with the possibility of giving us joy,… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
“One says the things which one feels the need to say, and which the other will not understand: one speaks for oneself… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
“The belief that a person has a share in an unknown life to which his or her love may win us admission… — 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
