There is in this world in which everything wears out, everything perishes, one thing that crumbles into dust, that destroys itself still… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
The heart changes...but we learn of it only from reading or by imagination; for in reality its alteration, like that of certain… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
The moments of the past do not remain still; they retain in our memory the motion which drew them towards the future,… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
It is comforting when one has a sorrow to lie in the warmth of one's bed and there, abandoning all effort and… — 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
We have such numerous interests in our lives that it is not uncommon, on a single occasion, for the foundations of a… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
Thanks to art, instead of seeing one world only, our own, we see that world multiply itself and we have at our… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
A work in which there are theories is like an object which still has the ticket that shows its price. — 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