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Valentin Louis Georges Eugène Marcel Proust (1871 - 1922), better known as Marcel ProustHe was a French novelist, critic and essayist who became famous thanks to his great novel In Search of Lost Time (À la recherche du temps perdu), published in seven parts between 1913 and 1927. It describes her memories of childhood and experiences until adulthood during aristocratic France in the late nineteenth and early twentieth centuries, while in A work of introspection reflects on the loss of time and the lack of meaning in the world. He is considered by critics and writers to be one of the most influential authors of the 20th century
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Famous quotes by Marcel Proust
The creation of the world did not occur at the beginning of time, it happens every day.
An hour is not simply an hour, it is a vase full of smells and sounds and projects and climates.
The real voyage of discovery is not to look for new landscapes, but to look with new eyes.
The only paradise is the lost paradise.
Our worst fears, like our greatest hopes, are not beyond our powers, and in the end we can win to triumph over the former and achieve the latter.
It is always during a passing mental state when we make lasting resolutions.
Love is a surprising example of how little reality means to us.
Happiness is beneficial to the body, but it is pain that develops the powers of the mind.
The memory of things in the past is not necessarily the memory of things as they were.
If a small dream is dangerous, the cure is not to dream less, but to dream more, to dream all the time.
Do not wait for life. Do not crave that. Keep in mind, always and at all times, that the miracle is in the here and now.
The ties between us and another person exist only in our minds.
People want to learn to swim and at the same time keep one foot on the ground.
We must never fear going too far, because the truth is beyond.
It is often difficult to bear the tears that we ourselves have caused.
Time passes, and little by little everything we have spoken in falsehood becomes true.
Masterpieces are nothing but the wrecked remains of great minds.
Love ..., always dissatisfied, always lives in the moment that is to come.
Sometimes the future is latent in us without our knowing it, and our supposedly lying words presage an imminent reality.
It is the tragedy of other people that for us is simply a sample of the perishable collections of our own mind.
Love is a reciprocal torture.
Because what we assume is our love or our jealousy is never a unique, continuous and indivisible passion. It is composed of an infinity of successive loves, of different jealousy, each of which is ephemeral, although due to its uninterrupted multiplicity they give us the impression of continuity, the illusion of unity.
Perhaps there are no days of our childhood in which we live as completely as we spent with our favorite book.
Although our lives wander, our memories remain in one place.
When nothing is left from a distant and long past, after things break and disperse, the smell and taste of things remain.
Time, which changes people, does not alter the image we have preserved of them.
A photograph acquires some of the dignity that it ordinarily lacks when it ceases to be a reproduction of reality and shows us things that no longer exist.
When you work to please others, you cannot succeed, but the things you do to satisfy yourself have the opportunity to capture someone's interest.
Only through art can we get out of ourselves and know what another person sees.
My destiny is no longer a place, but a new way of seeing.
As long as men are free to ask what they owe, free to say what they think, free to think what they want, freedom will never be lost and science can never go back.
We do not receive wisdom; We must discover it for ourselves after a trip that nobody can take for us or save us.
Our intonations contain our philosophy of life, what each of us constantly tells himself about things.
There are optical illusions in both time and space.
For every illness that doctors cure with medication, they cause another ten in healthy people by inoculating them with the virus that is a thousand times more powerful than any other microbe: the idea that one is sick.
Like many intellectuals, he was unable to say a simple thing in a simple way.
Lies are essential for humanity. They are perhaps as important as the pursuit of pleasure and, moreover, they are dictated by that search.
The character we exhibit in the second half of our life does not necessarily have to be, although often it is, our original character, developed, dried, exaggerated or diminished. It can be the exact opposite, like a worn outfit upside down.
We love only what we do not possess in its entirety.
All activity of the mind is easy if it is not subject to reality.
If we want reality to be bearable, we must all feed one or two fantasies.
The ties that bind us to another human being are sanctified when he adopts the same point of view as we do when judging one of our imperfections.
Thanks to art, instead of seeing a world, ours, we see it multiplied and as much as original artists there are, so many worlds are at our disposal.
Everything good in the world comes from neurotics. Only they have founded our religions and have composed our masterpieces.
The paradoxes of today are the prejudices of tomorrow, since the most ignorant and profane prejudices have had their moment of novelty when fashion granted them their fragile grace.
In a separation, it is he who is not really in love who says the most tender things.
As soon as the warm liquid mixed with the crumbs touched my palate, a chill ran through me and I stopped, concentrating on the extraordinary thing that was happening to me.
A change in the weather is enough to recreate the world and ourselves.
Love is space and time measured by the heart.
The time at our disposal, each day is elastic; the passions we feel expand it, those that inspire us reduce it, and the habit fills it.
One should never miss the opportunity to cite things of others that are always more interesting than ones that one thinks.
Your soul is a dark forest. But the trees are of a particular species, they are genealogical trees.
No man is a complete mystery, except for himself.
Reality is never more than a first step towards a stranger on the road to which one can never get very far.
It comes so soon, the moment when there is nothing more to wait.
Sometimes in this life, under the stress of exceptional emotion, people say what they think.
I do my intellectual work within myself, and once I expose them to my peers, it is more or less indifferent to me whether they are intelligent or not, provided they are kind and sincere.
Our heart has the age of what it loves.
All our final decisions are made in a state of mind that will not last.
A little insomnia is worthless in making us appreciate the dream, throwing a ray of light on that darkness.
When I'm not too sad to listen, music is my comfort.
What barrier is as insurmountable as silence?
The only true trip, the only bath in the Fountain of Youth, would be not to visit strange lands but to possess other eyes, to see the universe through the eyes of another, of a hundred others, to see the one hundred universes that each of they see, that each one of them is; and we do this with great artists like these, we really fly from star to star.
A woman we need and makes us suffer causes us a much deeper and more vital range of feelings than a man of genius that interests us.
The value of one's opinions is always a way of calculating cowardice in the eyes of the "other side."
We do not receive wisdom, we must discover it for ourselves, after a trip through the desert that no one else can do for us, that no one can forgive us, because our wisdom is the point of view from which we finally come to look at the world .
People do not know when they are happy. They are never as unhappy as they think they are.
The existence has little interest except in days when the dust of the realities is mixed with magic sand.
Desire makes everything flourish; Possession causes everything to wilt and fade away.
Wars are fought for the benefit of the oligarchs, triumphs bought with the blood of the pawns.
Habit is a second nature that prevents us from knowing the first, which has neither the cruelties nor the enchantments of the second.
A work in which there are theories is like an object that still has the label that shows its price.
With a single image I would make that beauty explode in me.
Each reader finds himself. The writer's work is simply a kind of optical instrument that allows the reader to discern that, without this book, perhaps he would never have seen himself.
We think and name in one world, we live and feel in another.
Just as those who practice the same profession recognize themselves instinctively, so do those who practice the same vice.
Our passions shape our books, the rest writes them in the intervals.
I wanted to see storms only on those coasts where they roared with the greatest violence ...
Just for the sake of elegance, I try to remain morally pure.
Sometimes we are too willing to believe that the present is the only possible state of things.
Always try to keep a piece of heaven above you.
To write that essential book, a great writer does not need to invent it, but simply translate it, since it already exists in each of us. The duty and task of a writer are those of a translator.
As for the pretty girls who passed, from the day I knew for the first time that they could kiss their cheeks, I was curious about their souls. And the Universe seemed more interesting.
Ideas transform into us, triumph over the resistance that we initially oppose and feed on rich intellectual reserves already prepared, which we did not know were intended for that purpose.
There is in this world where everything wears out, everything perishes, a thing that falls apart in dust, that is destroyed even more completely, leaving even less traces of itself than Beauty: it is Pain.
We cannot change things according to our desire, but gradually our desire changes.
Nine tenths of the evils of those who suffer from intelligent people sprout from their intellect.
We are cured of suffering only by experiencing it to the fullest.
The fixity of a habit is generally in direct proportion to its absurdity.
To be an artist is to fail, since no one else dares to fail ... failure is his world and his shrinking is desertion.
In his youth, a man dreams of possessing the heart of the woman he loves; later, the feeling that you have a woman's heart may be enough for you to fall in love with her.
The perfume is the last and best reserve of the past, which, when all the tears have dried, can make us cry again!
I arrived in time to learn that it was a mistake to smile friendly when someone left me in ridicule.
The nobility is often nothing more than the internal aspect that our selfish feelings assume when we have not yet named or classified them.
Happiness is healthy for the body, but it is grief that develops the forces of the spirit.
Let us thank the people who make us happy, they are the lovely gardeners who make our soul flourish.
The moments of the past do not remain still; they keep in our memory the movement that led them to the future, to a future that has become the past, and attracts us in their train.
Even from the simplest and most realistic point of view, the countries we crave occupy, at any given time, a much larger place in our real life than the country in which we are.
For the kiss, the nose and eyes are as badly placed as badly made lips.
We must love men more than things, and I admire and cry more to soldiers than to churches that were only the recording of a heroic gesture that is recreated today at all times.
People do not die for us immediately, but remain bathed in a kind of aura of life that is not related to true immortality, but through which they continue to occupy our thoughts in the same way as when they were alive. It is as if they were traveling abroad.