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Marcel Proust Quotes about Reality

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If we are to make reality endurable, we must all nourish a fantasy or two.

If we are to make reality endurable, we must all nourish a fantasy or two.

Reality, Two, Fantasy

Marcel Proust (2002). “In the Shadow of Young Girls in Flower”, Viking Press

Love is a striking example of how little reality means to us.

Mean, Reality, Love Is

Marcel Proust (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Marcel Proust (Illustrated)”, p.4369, Delphi Classics

Under each station of the real, another glimmers.

Real, Reality, Stations

We are all of us obliged, if we are to make reality endurable, to nurse a few little follies in ourselves.

Reality, Nurse, Littles

Marcel Proust (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Marcel Proust (Illustrated)”, p.917, Delphi Classics

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

Love, Reality, Literature

All the mind's activity is easy if it is not subjected to reality.

Reality, Mind, Easy

How paradoxical it is to search reality for the pictures that are stored in one's memory.

Memories, Reality, Paradoxical

In reality, every reader is, while reading, the reader of his own self.

Reading, Reality, Self

Le Temps Retrouve (Time Regained) (1926) (translation by C. K. Scott Moncrieff and Terence Kilmartin)

A photograph acquires something of the dignity which it ordinarily lacks when it ceases to be a reproduction of reality and shows us things that no longer exist.

Photography, Reality, Dignity

Marcel Proust (2006). “Remembrance of Things Past”, p.693, Wordsworth Editions

The artist who gives up an hour of work for an hour of conversation with a friend knows that he is sacrificing a reality for something that does not exist.

Giving Up, Sacrifice, Reality

Marcel Proust (2000). “In Search of Lost Time, Volume VI: Time Regained (A Modern Library E-Book)”, p.268, Modern Library

The heart changes...but we learn of it only from reading or by imagination; for in reality its alteration, like that of certain natural phenomena, is so gradual that, even if we are able to distinguish, successively, each of its different states, we are still spared the actual sensation of change.

Reading, Heart, Reality

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”

But sometimes the future is latent in us without our knowing it, and our supposedly lying words foreshadow an imminent reality.

Lying, Reality, Knowing

Marcel Proust (2000). “In Search of Lost Time, Volume IV: Sodom and Gomorrah (A Modern Library E-Book)”, p.54, Modern Library

Existence is of little interest save on days when the dust of realities is mingled with magic sand.

Reality, Dust, Magic

Marcel Proust (2000). “In Search of Lost Time, Volume II: Within a Budding Grove (A Modern Library E-Book)”, p.526, Modern Library

Nous sommes tous oblige s, pour rendre la re alite supportable, d'entretenir en nous quelques petites folies. We must all indulge in a few follies if we are to make reality bearable.

Reality, Indulge In, Bearable

For everyone who, having no artistic sense-that is to say, no submission to subjective reality-may have the knack of reasoning about art till doomsday, especially if he be, in addition, a diplomat or financier in contact with the 'realities' of the present day, is only too ready to believe literature is an intellectual game which is destined to gradually be abandoned as time goes on.

Art, Believe, Reality

When a belief vanishes, there survives it -- more and more vigorously so as to cloak the absence of the power, now lost to us, of imparting reality to new things -- a fetishistic attachment to the old things which it did once animate, as if it was in them and not in ourselves that the divine spark resided, and as if our present incredulity had a contingent cause -- the death of the gods.

Reality, Attachment, Old Things

Marcel Proust (2000). “In Search of Lost Time, Volume I: Swann's Way (A Modern Library E-Book)”, p.581, Modern Library

But when one believes in the reality of things, making them visible by artificial means is not quite the same as feeling that they are close at hand.

Believe, Mean, Reality

Marcel Proust (2000). “In Search of Lost Time, Volume II: Within a Budding Grove (A Modern Library E-Book)”, p.31, Modern Library

The great quality of true art is that it rediscovers, grasps and reveals to us that reality far from where we live, from which we get farther and farther away as the conventional knowledge we substitute for it becomes thicker and more impermeable.

Art, Reality, Quality

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

The soldier is convinced that a certain indefinitely extendable time period is accorded him before he is killed, the burglar before he is caught, men in general, before they must die. That is the amulet which preserves individuals — and sometimes populations — not from danger, but from the fear of danger, in reality from the belief in danger, which in some cases allows them to brave it without being brave. Such a confidence, just as unfounded, supports the lover who counts on a reconciliation, a letter.

Reality, Men, Support

Any mental activity is easy if it need not be subjected to reality.

Reality, Needs, Easy

"Sodom and Gomorrah".

We say that we often see animals in our dreams, but we forget that almost always we are ourselves animals therein, deprived of that reasoning power which projects upon things the light of certainty; on the contrary we bring to bear on the spectacle of life only a dubious vision, extinguished anew every moment by oblivion, the former reality fading before that which follows it as one projection of a magic lantern fades before the next as we change the slide.

Dream, Animal, Reality

Marcel Proust (1981). “Remembrance of Things Past: Swann's way. Within a budding grove”, New York : Random House

Certain favourite roles are played by us so often before the public and rehearsed so carefully when we are alone that we find it easier to refer to their fictitious testimony than to that of a reality which we have almost entirely forgotten.

Reality, Roles, Forgotten

Marcel Proust (2000). “In Search of Lost Time, Volume II: Within a Budding Grove (A Modern Library E-Book)”, p.206, Modern Library

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