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Marcel Proust Quotes about Love

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If a little dreaming is dangerous, the cure for it is not to dream less but to dream more, to dream all the time.

If a little dreaming is dangerous, the cure for it is not to dream less but to dream more, to dream all the time.

Love, Inspiring, Dream

Marcel Proust (2016). “In Search of Lost Time: Or “Á la Recherche du temps perdu””, p.799, Jester House Publishing

In a separation it is the one who is not really in love who says the more tender things.

Love, Reality, Literature

Love is a reciprocal torture.

Love, Literature, Torture

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

For women who do not love us, as for the "disappeared", knowing that we no longer have any hope does not prevent us form continuing to wait. We live on our guard, on watch; women whose son has gone asea on a dangerous exploration imagine at any minute, although it has long been certain that he has perished, that he will enter, miraculously saved, and healthy.

Love, Death, Hope

In his younger days a man dreams of possessing the heart of the woman whom he loves; later, the feeling that he possesses the heart of a woman may be enough to make him fall in love with her.

Love, Dream, Fall

Marcel Proust (2016). “Swann's Way”, p.263, Marcel Proust

It's odd how a person always arouses admiration for his moral qualities among the relatives of another with whom he has sexual relations. Physical love, so unjustifiably decried, makes everyone show, down to the least detail, all he has of goodness and self-sacrifice, so that he shines even in the eyes of those nearest to him.

Love, Eye, Sacrifice

... in love, barriers cannot be destroyed from the outside by the one to whom the cause despair, no matter what he does; and it isonly when he is no longer concerned with them that, suddenly, as a result of work coming from elsewhere, accomplished within the one who did not love him, these barriers, formerly attacked without success, fall futilely.

Love, Fall, Despair

We are ordinarily so indifferent to people that when we have invested one of them with the possibility of giving us joy, or suffering, it seems as if he must belong to some other universe, he is imbued with poetry.

Love, People, Giving

People who are not in love fail to understand how an intelligent man can suffer because of a very ordinary woman. This is like being surprised that anyone should be stricken with cholera because of a creature so insignificant as the common bacillus.

Love, Intelligent, Men

... we made much less happy by the kindness of a great writer, which strictly speaking we find only in his books, than we suffer from the hostility of a woman whom we have not chosen for her intelligence, but whom we cannot stop ourselves from loving.

Love, Happy, Kindness

This love of ours, in so far as it is a love for one particular creature, is not perhaps a very real thing, since, though associations of pleasant or painful musings can attach it for a time to a woman to the extent of making us believe that it has been inspired by her in a logically necessary way, if on the other hand we detach ourselves deliberately or unconsciously from those associations, this love, as though it were in fact spontaneous and sprang from ourselves alone, will revive in order to bestow itself on another woman.

Love, Real, Believe

Like everybody who is not in love, he thought one chose the person to be loved after endless deliberations and on the basis of particular qualities or advantages.

Love, Quality, Literature

There can be no peace of mind in love, since the advantage one has secured is never anything but a fresh starting-point for future desires.

Love, Mind, Desire

Marcel Proust (2018). “Within a Budding Grove”, p.185, Youcanprint

It is a mistake to speak of a bad choice in love, since, as soon as a choice exists, it can only be bad.

Love, Relationship, Mistake

Love is an incurable malady like those pathetic states in which rheumatism affords the sufferer a brief respite only to be replaced by epileptiform headaches.

Love, Headache, States

The stellar universe is not so difficult to understand as the real actions of other people, especially of the people with whom we are in love.

Love, Real, People

Marcel Proust (2016). “THE PRISONER: A Masterpiece Exploring the Intricacies of Human Nature and Relationships (In Search of Lost Time Series)”, p.173, e-artnow

What a profound significance small things assume when the woman we love conceals them from us.

Love, Profound, Literature

In a language known to us, we have substituted the opacity of the sounds with the transparence of the ideas. But a language we donot know is a closed place in which the one we love can deceive us, making us, locked outside and convulsed in our impotence, incapable of seeing or preventing anything.

Love, Ideas, Sound

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