“Ces jours uniques, ils se consument par l’usage, ils ne reviennent pas, on ne peut les vivre ici quand on les a… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
The inertia of the mind urges it to slide down the easy slope of imagination, rather than to climb the steep slope… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
“Her [Odette's] eyes were beautiful, but so large they seemed to droop beneath their own weight, strained the rest of her face… — Marcel Proust Bad mood Copy Share Image
“We may talk for a lifetime without doing more than indefinitely repeat the vacuity of a minute.” — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
“Unfortunately, in the social as in the political world, the victims are such cowards that one cannot for long remain indignant with… — Marcel Proust Cowards Copy Share Image
We don't receive wisdom; we must discover it for ourselves after a journey that no one can take for us or spare… — Marcel Proust Journey Copy Share Image
“In summer, bad weather is no more than a passing fit of superficial ill-temper expressed by the permanent, underlying fine weather;” — Marcel Proust Bad weather Copy Share Image
“This rubicund youth, with his blunt features, appeared for all the world to have a tomato instead of a head.” — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
A man may have spent his life among the great ones of the earth, who to him have been merely boring relatives… — Marcel Proust Acquaintance Copy Share Image
Through art alone are we able to emerge from ourselves, to know what another person sees of a universe which is not… — Marcel Proust Art Copy Share Image
... in love, barriers cannot be destroyed from the outside by the one to whom the cause despair, no matter what he… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
Our memory is like a shop in the window of which is exposed now one, now another photograph of the same person.… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
“When nothing else subsists from the past, after the people are dead, after the things are broken and scattered...the smell and taste… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
“Out of the fresh little green hearts of their foliage the lilacs raised inquisitively over the fence of the park their plumes… — Marcel Proust Flowers Copy Share Image
“The telephone was not yet at that date as commonly in use as it is today. And yet habit requires so short… — Marcel Proust Habits 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 Courage Copy Share Image
“We feel very strongly that our own wisdom begins where that of the author leaves off and we could like him to… — Marcel Proust Books Copy Share Image
“Nor did these society people add to Elstir's work in their mind's eye that temporal perspective which enabled them to like, or… — Marcel Proust Artist Copy Share Image
Our virtues themselves are not free and floating qualities over which we retain a permanent control and power of disposal; they come… — Marcel Proust Action Copy Share Image
“There is no man,’ he began, ‘however wise, who has not at some period of his youth said things, or lived in… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
“This was many years ago. The staircase wall on which I saw the rising glimmer of his candle has long since ceased… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
“And it was at that moment, too — thanks to a peasant who went past, apparently in a bad enough humour already,… — Marcel Proust Affection Copy Share Image
And so it is with our own past. It is a labour in vain to attempt to recapture it: all the efforts… — Marcel Proust Chance Copy Share Image
“The zone of melancholy which I then entered was as distinct from the zone in which I had been bounding with joy… — Marcel Proust Bird flying Copy Share Image
One cannot change, that is to say become a different person, while continuing to acquiesce to the feelings of the person one… — Marcel Proust Change Copy Share Image
“The sunlight fell so implacably from a fixed sky that one was naturally inclined to slip away out of the reach of… — Marcel Proust Moon Copy Share Image
“It is always thus, impelled by a state of mind which is destined not to last, that we make our irrevocable decisions.” — Marcel Proust Decision Copy Share Image
We ought at least, from prudence, never to speak of ourselves, because that is a subject on which we may be sure… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
“Then came the deglutition of saliva, and the old lady instinctively wiped the stubble of her toothbrush moustache with her handkerchief.” — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
“We do not include the pleasures we enjoy in sleep in the inventory of the pleasures we have experienced in the course… — Marcel Proust Life Copy Share Image
“that indifference to the sufferings which they cause which, whatever names else be given it, is the one true, terrible and lasting… — Marcel Proust Cruelty Copy Share Image
Those whose suffering is due to love are, as we say of certain invalids, their own physicians. — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
I believe that all true art is classic, but the dictates of the mind rarely permit of its being recognized as such… — Marcel Proust Art Copy Share Image
“(an excellent man, with whom I am sorry now that I did not converse more often, for, even if he cared nothing… — Marcel Proust Art Copy Share Image
“In het leven van de meeste vrouwen is alles, zelfs het ergste verdriet, uiteindelijk een kwestie van passen.” — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
Illness is the doctor to whom we pay most heed; to kindness, to knowledge, we make promise only; pain we obey. — Marcel Proust Doctor Copy Share Image
Let a prize lower my position, if it causes me to be read; that I prefer immediately to all the honors. — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
“My aching heart was soothed; I let myself be borne upon the current of this gentle night ...” — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
“since she would never have practised the cult of these things, she would take no impious delight in their profanation.” — Marcel Proust Cult Copy Share Image
“Often the sun would disappear behind a cloud, which impinged on its roundness, but whose edge the sun gilded in return.” — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image