It was she whom I loved and whom I could not therefore see without that anxiety, without that desire for something more, which destroys in us, in the presence of the person we love, the sensation of loving.” ― Marcel Proust, Remembrance of Things Past, Part 2 – Within a Budding Grove, Vol. 2 (NBM… Continue reading Marcel Proust
Let us leave pretty women to men with no imagination. ― Marcel Proust, The Captive & The Fugitive: In Search of Lost Time, Vol. V. (Modern Library February 16, 1999) Originally published 1925.
Ah! que le monde est grand à la clarté des lampes! Aux yeux du souvenir que le monde est petit! (Oh, how large the world is in the brightness of the lamps. How small the world is in the eyes of recollection!) — Marcel Proust, Swann’s Way: Remembrance of Things Past, Volume One (Grasset,1913)
Love is a striking example of how little reality means to us.— Marcel Proust, In Search of Lost Time, Volume VI: Time Regained. (Modern Library; Rev Sub edition November 1, 2000) Originally published 1927.
I have built, deep in my heart, a chapel filled with you. — Marcel Proust, in a letter to Anatole France, Selected Letters: 1880-1903. (Univ of Chicago Pr (Tx) November 1988)
Every kiss provokes another. Ah, in those earliest days of love how naturally the kisses spring into life. How closely, in their abundance, are they pressed one against another; until lovers would find it as hard to count the kisses exchanged in an hour, as to count the flowers in a meadow in May. —… Continue reading Marcel Proust
Many years have passed since that night. The wall of the staircase up which I had watched the light of his candle gradually climb was long ago demolished. And in myself, too, many things have perished which I imagined would last for ever, and new ones have arisen, giving birth to new sorrows and new… Continue reading Marcel Proust
Our desires cut across one another, and in this confused existence it is rare for happiness to coincide with the desire that clamoured for it. — Marcel Proust, In Search of Lost Time Volume 2: In the Shadow of Young Girls in Flower or Within a Budding Grave (Penguin Classics; Reprint edition January 25, 2005)… Continue reading Marcel Proust
There is no man…however wise, who has not at some period in his youth said things, or lived a life, the memory of which is so unpleasant to him that he would gladly expunge it. And yet he ought not entirely to regret it, because he cannot be certain that he has indeed become a… Continue reading Marcel Proust