Adultery breathes new life into marriages which have been left for dead. — Marcel Proust Adultery Copy Share Image
The smell and taste of things remain poised a long time, like souls, ready to remind us… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
“...she judged frivolous reading to be as unhealthy as sweets and pastries...” — Marcel Proust Reading Copy Share Image
“Even his mother, his own mother, had once accused him of being a snob.” — Marcel Proust Mother Copy Share Image
“myself seemed actually to have become the subject of my book: a church, a quartet, the rivalry between François I and Charles… — Marcel Proust Book Copy Share Image
“Be grateful to people who make us happy, they are the gentle gardeners who make our souls blossom.” — Marcel Proust Gardeners Copy Share Image
For neither our greatest fears nor our greatest hopes are beyond the limits of our strength--we are able in the end both… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
“breathed into this quite ordinary prose a kind of life, continuous and full of feeling. My” — Marcel Proust Life Copy Share Image
“With women who do not love us, as with the "dear departed," the knowledge that there is no hope left does not… — Marcel Proust Hope Copy Share Image
“I never much like thus being told without possibility of reply what I am to think about people whom I know.” — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
“It is our noticing them that puts things in a room, our growing used to them that takes them away again and… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
The charms of the passing woman are generally in direct ratio to the swiftness of our passage. — Marcel Proust Charm Copy Share Image
“And each time the cowardice that deters us from every difficult task, every important enterprise, has urged me to leave the thing… — Marcel Proust Business Copy Share Image
“Soon, what was tedious was everything. 'Beautiful things, they're so tedious! Paintings, they're enough to drive you mad...How right you are, it's… — Marcel Proust Beauty Copy Share Image
The only true voyage, the only bath in the Fountain of Youth, would be not to visit strange lands but to possess… — Marcel Proust Art Copy Share Image
“That girl whom I never saw save dappled with the shadows of their leaves, was to me herself a plant of local… — Marcel Proust Gardening Copy Share Image
What we have not had to decipher, to elucidate by our own efforts, what was clear before we looked at it, is… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
“It is to such sufferings that we attach the pleasure of loving, of delighting in the most insignificant remarks of a woman,… — Marcel Proust Love Copy Share Image
I perceived that to express those impressions, to write that essential book, which is the only true one, a great writer does… — Marcel Proust Books Copy Share Image
“Coming abruptly, and without giving me time to trace it accurately to its source among so many ideas of a very different… — Marcel Proust Desire Copy Share Image
“seemed to her that such a one abdicated all claim to enjoy the fruits of those friendly relations with people of good… — Marcel Proust Children Copy Share Image
“[T]his jealousy gave him, if anything, an agreeable chill, as, to the sad Parisian who is leaving Venice behind him to return… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
“We need, between us and the fish which, if we saw it for the first time cooked and served on a table,… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
“Perhaps the immobility of the things that surround us is forced upon them by our conviction that they are themselves, and not… — Marcel Proust Darkness Copy Share Image
“Part of the beauty—and it is the original flaw in this type of literature, from which the famous Lundis are not exempt—lies… — Marcel Proust Beauty Copy Share Image
“And at once I fell in love with her, for if it is sometimes enough to make us love a woman that… — Marcel Proust Admiration Copy Share Image
This dim coolness of my room was to the broad daylight of the street what the shadow is to the sunbeam, that… — Marcel Proust Adventure Copy Share Image
“I would fix my eyes, without limit of time, upon the trunk of a distant tree, from behind which she must appear… — Marcel Proust Every moment Copy Share Image