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Marcel Proust Quotes - Page 6

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To be an artist is to fail, as no other dare to fail... failure is his world and the shrink from it desertion

To be an artist is to fail, as no other dare to fail... failure is his world and the shrink from it desertion

Artist, World, Failing

When we are in love, our love is too big a thing for us to be able altogether to contain it within ourselves. It radiates towards the loved one, finds there a surface which arrests it, forcing it to return to its starting-point, and it is this repercussion of our own feeling which we call the other's feelings and which charms us more then than on its outward journey because we do not recognise it as having originated in ourselves.

Love Is, Journey, Feelings

Marcel Proust (2000). “In Search of Lost Time, Volume II: Within a Budding Grove (A Modern Library E-Book)”, p.223, Modern Library

We believe we can change things according to our wishes because that's the only happy solution we can see. We don't think of what usually happens and what is also a happy solution; things don't change, but by and by our wishes change.

Believe, Thinking, Perspective

A woman one loves rarely suffices for all our needs, so we deceive her with another whom we do not love.

Love, Hype, Infidelity

Marcel Proust (2006). “Remembrance of Things Past”, p.1024, Wordsworth Editions

She's got feet like boats, whiskers like an American, and her undies are filthy.

Feet, Boat, Undies

Marcel Proust (2006). “Remembrance of Things Past”, p.737, Wordsworth Editions

Le temps qui change les e" tres ne modifie pas l'image que nous avons garde e d'eux. Although time changes people, it cannot change the image we have already made of them.

People, Made, Avon

According to a charming law of nature which is evident even in the most sophisticated societies, we live in complete ignorance of whatever we love.

Ignorance, Law, Sophisticated

Marcel Proust (1948). “The Maxims of Marcel Proust”

There are mountainous, arduous days, up which one takes an infinite time to climb, and downward-sloping days which one can descend at full tilt, singing as one goes.

Infinite Time, Singing, Tilt

Marcel Proust (2015). “Swann's Way”, p.424, Vintage

Thanks to art, instead of seeing one world only, our own, we see that world multiply itself and we have at our disposal as many worlds as there are original artists, worlds more different one from the other than those which revolve in infinite space, worlds which, centuries after the extinction of the fire from which their light first emanated, whether it is called Rembrandt or Vermeer, send us still each one its special radiance.

Art, Space, Fire

Marcel Proust, Joanna Kilmartin (1992). “In Search of Lost Time: Time regained. VI”, Random House (UK)

The only thing that does not change is that at any and every time it appears that there have been great changes.

History, Doe, Great Change

Marcel Proust (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Marcel Proust (Illustrated)”, p.851, Delphi Classics

Daughters of the attitude that produced them, certain women will not appeal to us without the double bed in which we find peace by their side, while others, to be caressed with a more secret intention, require leaves blown by the wind, water rippling in the dark, things as light and fleeting as they are.

Daughter, Attitude, Women

Marcel Proust (2003). “In Search of Lost Time Volume III The Guermantes Way”, Modern Library

The images selected by memory are as arbitrary, as narrow, as elusive as those which the imagination had formed and reality has destroyed. There is no reason why, existing outside ourselves, a real place should conform to the pictures in our memory rather than those in our dreams.

Dream, Memories, Real

Marcel Proust (2000). “In Search of Lost Time, Volume IV: Sodom and Gomorrah (A Modern Library E-Book)”, p.191, Modern Library

The one thing more difficult than following a regime is keeping from imposing it on others.

Discipline, Difficult, Following

"The Maxims of Marcel Proust".

Let a prize lower my position, if it causes me to be read; that I prefer immediately to all the honors.

Honor, Causes, Position

Marcel Proust (1966). “Letters of Marcel Proust”

No exile at the South Pole or on the summit of Mont Blanc separates us more effectively from others than the practice of a hidden vice.

Practice, Vices, Literature

Marcel Proust (1948). “The Maxims of Marcel Proust”

How else learn the real, if not by inventing what might lie outside it?

Real, Lying, Might

For what we suppose to be our love or our jealousy is never a single, continuous and indivisible passion. It is composed of an infinity of successive loves, of different jealousies, each of which is ephemeral, although by their uninterrupted multiplicity they give us the impression of continuity, the illusion of unity.

Passion, Giving, Unity

Marcel Proust (1982). “Remembrance of Things Past: Swann's Way & Within a Budding Grove”, Vintage

It is in moments of illness that we are compelled to recognize that we live not alone but chained to a creature of a different kingdom, whole worlds apart, who has no knowledge of us and by whom it is impossible to make ourselves understood: our body.

Fitness, Cancer, Knowledge

Marcel Proust (1941). “Remembrance of Things Past: Swann's way. Within a budding grove. The Guermantes way”

Every reader finds himself. The writer's work is merely a kind of optical instrument that makes it possible for the reader to discern what, without this book, he would perhaps never have seen in himself.

Book, Reading, Kind

Pleasures are like photographs: in the presence of the person we love, we take only negatives, which we develop later, at home, when we have at our disposal once more our inner dark room, the door of which it is strictly forbidden to open while others are present.

Home, Dark, Doors

Marcel Proust (2003). “In the shadow of young girls in flower”, ePenguin

I do my intellectual work inside myself, and once I am with my fellow creatures it is more or less a matter of indifference to me whether or not they are intelligent as long as they are kind, sincere, etc.

Intelligent, Long, Intellectual

Reality is never more than a first step towards an unknown on the road to which one can never progress very far.

Reality, Progress, Firsts

Marcel Proust, Charles Kenneth Scott-Moncrieff, Dennis Joseph Enright (1992). “The captive, The fugitive”

Often it is just lack of imagination that keeps a man from suffering very much.

Men, Imagination, Suffering

A woman whom we need and who makes us suffer elicits from us a whole gamut of feelings far more profound and vital than a man of genius who interests us.

Men, Profound, Feelings

Marcel Proust (2000). “In Search of Lost Time, Volume VI: Time Regained (A Modern Library E-Book)”, p.316, Modern Library

It is always thus, impelled by a state of mind which is destined not to last, we make our irrevocable decisions

Decision, Mind, Lasts

Marcel Proust (2016). “In Search of Lost Time: Or “Á la Recherche du temps perdu””, p.556, Jester House Publishing

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