“in my cowardice I became at once a man, and did what all we grown men do when face to face with… — Marcel Proust Cowardice Copy Share Image
“His [Morel's] nature was really like a sheet of paper that has been folded so often in every direction that it is… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
They like my books better in England than in France; a translation would be very successful there. — Marcel Proust Book Copy Share Image
The time which we have at our disposal every day is elastic; the passions we feel expand it, those that we inspire… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
“We dream much of paradise, or rather of a number of successive paradises, but each of them is, long before we die,… — Marcel Proust Dreams Copy Share Image
When we have passed a certain age, the soul of the child we were and the souls of the dead from whom… — Marcel Proust Age Copy Share Image
There are people whose faces assume an unaccustomed beauty and majesty the moment they cease to look out of their eyes. — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
“the decline of the aristocracy and the rise of the middle classes, that occurred in France during the Third Republic and the… — Marcel Proust Aristocracy Copy Share Image
For women who do not love us, as for the "disappeared", knowing that we no longer have any hope does not prevent… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
The disinterest [of my two great-aunts] in anything that had to do with high society was such that their sense of hearing… — 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 Autumn Copy Share Image
“The resurrection at our awakening-after that beneficent attack of mental alienation which is sleep-must after all be similar to what occurs when… — Marcel Proust Memory Copy Share Image
“We try to discover in things, which become precious to us on that account, the reflection of what our soul has projected… — Marcel Proust Disillusioned Copy Share Image
In reality, in love there is a permanent suffering which joy neutralizes, renders virtual delays, but which can at any moment become… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
We pack the physical outline of the creature we see with all the ideas we have already formed about him, and in… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
“For in this respect love is not like war; after the battle is ended we renew the fight with keener ardour, which… — Marcel Proust Love 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… — Marcel Proust Animal Copy Share Image
“There were some that were of so rare a beauty that my pleasure on catching sight of them was enhanced by surprise.… — Marcel Proust Beauty Copy Share Image
... But all the feelings that evoke in us the joy or the misfortune of a real person are only produced in… — Marcel Proust Character Copy Share Image
The artist who gives up an hour of work for an hour of conversation with a friend knows that he is sacrificing… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
“Words present us with little pictures, clear and familiar, like those that are hung on the walls of schools to give children… — Marcel Proust Children 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 Dream Copy Share Image
“Albertine, sentada à minha frente e vendo que chegara a seu destino, deu alguns passos do fundo do vagão onde estávamos e… — Marcel Proust Amor Copy Share Image
“It is illness that makes us recognize that we do not live in isolation but are chained to a being from a… — Marcel Proust Body Copy Share Image
“... my body ... faithful guardian of a past which my mind should never have forgotten, brought back before my eyes …” — Marcel Proust Past Copy Share Image
“They seemed nothing more now than the purely subjective, impotent, illusory creatures of my temperament” — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
Only imagination and belief can differentiate from the rest certain objects, certain people, and can create an atmosphere. — Marcel Proust Art Copy Share Image
To be an artist is to fail, as no other dare to fail... failure is his world and the shrink from it… — Marcel Proust Art Copy Share Image
L'adulte' re introduit l'esprit dans la lettre quebien souvent le mariage e u" t laisse e morte. Adultery breathes new life into… — Marcel Proust Adultery Copy Share Image
I drank a second mouthful in which I find nothing more than in the first, then a third which gives me rather… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
“Then the concerts came to an end, the weather turned bad and my girls left Balbec, not all at once, as the… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
“L'amour commence, on voudrait rester pour celle qu'on aime l'inconnu qu'elle peut aimer mais on a besoin d'elle, on a besoin de… — Marcel Proust Amour Copy Share Image
“Gardeners produce flowers that are delicious dreams, and others too that are like nightmares.” — Marcel Proust Dreams 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 Artist Copy Share Image
The only real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes but in having new eyes. — Marcel Proust Discovery 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 Music Copy Share Image
“The person with whom we are in love is to be recognised only by the intensity of the pain that we suffer.” — Marcel Proust Love Copy Share Image
“How often is not the prospect of future happiness thus sacrificed to one's impatient insistence upon an immediate gratification.” — Marcel Proust Gratification Copy Share Image
Physical love, so unjustly decried, forces everyone to manifest even the smallest bits of kindness he possesses, of selflessness,that they shine in… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
“His life and family circle changed considerably between 1900 and 1905. In February 1903, Proust's brother Robert married and left the family… — Marcel Proust Beloved mother Copy Share Image