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Let us leave pretty women to men devoid of imagination.

Let us leave pretty women to men devoid of imagination.

Marcel Proust
Women, Men, Imagination
Marcel Proust (2006). “Remembrance of Things Past”, p.807, Wordsworth Editions

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

Marcel Proust
Men, Imagination, Suffering

Laissons les jolies femmes aux hommes sans imagination. Leave the pretty women for the men without imagination.

Marcel Proust
Men, Imagination, Pretty Woman
1925 A' la recherche du temps perdu,'Albertine disparue'.

Only imagination and belief can differentiate from the rest certain objects, certain people, and can create an atmosphere.

Marcel Proust
Imagination, People, Atmosphere
Marcel Proust (2016). “In Search of Lost Time: Or “Á la Recherche du temps perdu””, p.922, Jester House Publishing

But,instead of what our imagination makes us suppose and which we worthless try to discover,life gives us something that we could hardly imagine.

Marcel Proust
Imagination, Giving, Trying

The inertia of the mind urges it to slide down the easy slope of imagination, rather than to climb the steep slope of introspection.

Marcel Proust
Imagination, Mind, Slides
Marcel Proust (1982). “Remembrance of Things Past: The captive. The fugitive. Time regained”, Vintage

It is the wicked deception of love that it begins by making us dwell not upon a woman in the outside world but upon a doll inside our head, the only woman who is always available in fact, the only one we shall ever possess, whom the arbitrary nature of memory, almost as absolute as that of the imagination, may have made as different from the real woman as the real Balbec had been from the Balbec I imagined- a dummy creation that little by little, to our own detriment, we shall force the real woman to resemble.

Marcel Proust
Memories, Real, Imagination
Marcel Proust, Christopher Prendergast (2004). “The Guermantes Way”, Viking Press

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