There comes in all our lives a time ... when the ears can listen to no music save what the moonlight breathes… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
“Good God! Think of listening to Wagner for a whole fortnight with a woman who takes about as much interest in music… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
“It was true that Odette played vilely, but often the most memorable impression of a piece of music is one that has… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
“I wondered whether music might not be the unique example of what might have been - if the invention of language, the… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
“Once he has outgrown his youth, a man will rarely remain a prisoner to his insolence. He had thought it was the… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
“We enjoy lovely music, beautiful paintings, a thousand intellectual delicacies, but we have no idea of their cost, to those who invented… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
“there comes in all lives a time, towards which you still have far to go, when the weary eyes can endure but… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
“Maybe it is nothingness that is real and our entire dream is nonexistent, but in that case we feel that these phrases… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
Perhaps it is not-being that is the true state, and all our dream of life is inexistent; but, if so, we feel… — 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
“He knew that the very memory of the piano falsified still further the perspective in which he saw the elements of music,… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
“At first he had appreciated only the material quality of the sounds which those instruments secreted. And it had been a source… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
“...the mode by which he "heard" the universe and projected it far beyond himself. Perhaps it was in this, I said to… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
“The differences which exist between every one of our real impressions -- differences which explain why a uniform depiction of life cannot… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
“Never will the world be conscious of how much it owes to them, nor above all of what they have suffered in… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
“She observed the dumb-show by which her neighbour was expressing her passion for music, but she refrained from copying it. This was… — 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