Love is an incurable malady like those pathetic states in which rheumatism affords the sufferer a brief respite only to be replaced… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
All the great things we know have come to us from neurotics. It is they who have founded religions and created great… — Marcel Proust Art Copy Share Image
There are mountainous, arduous days, up which one takes an infinite time to climb, and downward-sloping days which one can descend at… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
“And continued to regard all their absurdities in the most rosy light through the admiring eyes of love.” — Marcel Proust Absurdities 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
“Jean would be conscious of a curious feeling that he was living simultaneously in the immediate presence of a particular day and… — Marcel Proust Long ago Copy Share Image
“Pasaba largas horas encantadoras, a solas consigo mismo, el único invitado que olvidara invitar a comer durante su vida.” — Marcel Proust Amor Copy Share Image
An hour is not merely an hour, it is a vase full of scents and sounds and projects and climates. — Marcel Proust Climate 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 Love Copy Share Image
“...there is no brew so deadly that it cannot at certain moments become precious and invigorating by giving us just the stimulus… — Marcel Proust Time Copy Share Image
“madeleine soaked in her decoction of lime-flowers which my aunt used to give me (although I did not yet know and must… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
“Whether it is because the faith which creates has ceased to exist in me, or because reality takes shape in the memory… — Marcel Proust Faith Copy Share Image
It's odd how a person always arouses admiration for his moral qualities among the relatives of another with whom he has sexual… — Marcel Proust Admiration Copy Share Image
“The places we have known do not belong only to the world of space on which we map them for our own… — Marcel Proust Life 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… — Marcel Proust Character Copy Share Image
“...the cooing of pigeons, nesting in the wall outside; shimmering and unexpected like a first hyacinth gently tearing open its nutritious heart… — Marcel Proust Bird Copy Share Image
“Asparagus, tinged with ultramarine and rosy pink which ran from their heads, finely stippled in mauve and azure, through a series of… — 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 Beauty Copy Share Image
“Whatever one may say, writing a novel is a very different thing from living one. All the same our lives are not… — Marcel Proust Books 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,… — Marcel Proust Escape Copy Share Image
“But should a sensation from the distant past-like those musical instruments that record and preserve the sound and style of the various… — Marcel Proust Art Copy Share Image
We may, indeed, say that the hour of death is uncertain, but when we say this we think of that hour as… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
When we are in love, our love is too big a thing for us to be able altogether to contain it within… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
When the mind has a tendency to dream, it is a mistake to keep dreams away from it, to ration its dreams.… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
Your soul is a dark forest. But the trees are of a particular species, they are genealogical trees. — Marcel Proust Dark Copy Share Image
Griefs, at the moment when they change into ideas, lose some of their power to injure our heart. — Marcel Proust Grief Copy Share Image
The tiny, initial clue ... by allowing us to imagine what we do not know, stimulates a desire for knowledge. — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
“Hence one meets in polite society few novelists, or poets, few of all those sublime creatures who speak of the things that… — Marcel Proust Poetry Copy Share Image
Not caring for their lives' is it? Why, what in the world is there that we should care for if it's not… — Marcel Proust Care Copy Share Image
“My dear," she had said to Mamma, "I could not bring myself to give the child anything that was not well written,” — Marcel Proust Children Copy Share Image
At the heart of our friendly or purely social relations, there lurks a hostility momentarily cured but recurring by fits and starts. — Marcel Proust Company Copy Share Image
“In matters of crime, where there is danger for the culprit, it is self-interest that dictates confessions; where the offence incurs no… — Marcel Proust Crime Copy Share Image
...Hard people are weak people whom nobody wants, and the strong, caring little whether they are wanted or not, have alone that… — Marcel Proust Caring Copy Share Image
“A person has no need of sincerity, nor even of skill in lying, in order to be loved. Here I mean by… — Marcel Proust Love Copy Share Image
“But to wander thus among the woods of Roussainville without a peasant-girl to embrace was to see those woods and yet know… — Marcel Proust Hidden beauty Copy Share Image
So long as I know what's boiling in my pot I don't bother my head about what's in other people's. — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
But,instead of what our imagination makes us suppose and which we worthless try to discover,life gives us something that we could hardly… — Marcel Proust Giving 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
“...love, and consequently fear, of the crowd being one of the most powerful motives in all human beings...” — Marcel Proust Fear Copy Share Image
“I do my intellectual work within myself, and once with other people, it's more or less irrelevant to me that they're intelligent,… — Marcel Proust Being kind Copy Share Image