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Marcel Proust quotes

French Author, Writer July 10, 1871 – November 18, 1922

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Marcel Proust quote: "I was not unhappy, except one day at a time."
I was not unhappy, except one day at a time. Marcel Proust
Sometimes in the afternoon sky the moon would pass white as a cloud, furtive, lusterless, like an actress who does not have to perform yet and who, from the audience, in street clothes, watches the other actors for a moment, making herself inconspicuous, not wanting anyone to pay attention to her. Marcel Proust
Marcel Proust quote: "Time passes, and little by little everything that we have..."
Time passes, and little by little everything that we have spoken in falsehood becomes true. Marcel Proust
It was with an unusual intensity of pleasure, a pleasure destined to have a lasting effect on him, that Swann remarked Odette's resemblance to the Zipporah of that Alessandro de Mariano to whom more people willingly give his popular surname, Botticelli, now that it suggests not so much the actual work of the Master as that false and banal conception of it which has of late obtained common currency. Marcel Proust
Marcel Proust quote: "People can have many different kinds of pleasure. The real one..."
People can have many different kinds of pleasure. The real one is that for which they will forsake the others. Marcel Proust
When I saw any external object, my consciousness that I was seeing it would remain between me and it, enclosing it in a slender, incorporeal outline which prevented me from ever coming directly in contact with the material form; for it would volatilise itself in some way before I could touch it, just as an incandescent body which is moved towards something wet never actually touches moisture, since it is always preceded, itself, by a zone of evaporation. Marcel Proust
...because he knew that for other people their own social obligations took precedence of the death of afriend, and could put himself in her place by dint of his instinctivepoliteness. Marcel Proust
Marcel Proust quote: "Your soul is a dark forest. But the trees are of a particular..."
Your soul is a dark forest. But the trees are of a particular species, they are genealogical trees. Marcel Proust
We are able to find everything in our memory, which is like a dispensary or chemical laboratory in which chance steers our hand sometimes to a soothing drug and sometimes to a dangerous poison. Marcel Proust
...a writer's works, like the water in an artesian well, mount to a height which is in proportion to the depth to which suffering has penetrated his soul. Marcel Proust
Marcel Proust quote: "Only through art can we emerge from ourselves and know what..."
Only through art can we emerge from ourselves and know what another person sees. Marcel Proust
Marcel Proust quote: "The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new lands..."
The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new lands but seeing with new eyes. Marcel Proust
Marcel Proust quote: "The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new..."
The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes. Marcel Proust
Marcel Proust quote: "The real voyage of discovery consists not of finding new lands..."
The real voyage of discovery consists not of finding new lands but of seeing the territory with new eyes. Marcel Proust
I looked at her, at first with the sort of gaze that is not merely the messenger of the eyes, but a window at which all the senses lean out, anxious and petrified, a gaze that would like to touch the body it is looking at, capture it, take it away and the soul along with it. Marcel Proust

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