Marcel Proust
Marcel Proust
Valentin Louis Georges Eugène Marcel Proustwas a French novelist, critic, and essayist best known for his monumental novel À la recherche du temps perdu, published in seven parts between 1913 and 1927. He is considered by many to be one of the greatest authors...
NationalityFrench
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth10 July 1871
CountryFrance
stars real tired
The real stars of society are tired of appearing there. He who is curious to gaze at them must often migrate to another hemisphere, where they are more or less alone.
death diversity peculiar
We shall see later on that the diversity of the forms of death that circulate invisibly is the cause of the peculiar unexpectedness of obituary notices in the newspapers.
dark tree soul
Your soul is a dark forest. But the trees are of a particular species, they are genealogical trees.
knowledge desire tiny
The tiny, initial clue ... by allowing us to imagine what we do not know, stimulates a desire for knowledge.
heart friendly fit
At the heart of our friendly or purely social relations, there lurks a hostility momentarily cured but recurring by fits and starts.
intelligent doctors gambling
Three-quarters of the sicknesses of intelligent people come from their intelligence. They need at least a doctor who can understand this sickness.
liquid palate crumbs
No sooner had the warm liquid mixed with the crumbs touched my palate than a shudder ran through me and I stopped, intent upon the extraordinary thing that was happening to me.
country views long
Even from the simplest, the most realistic point of view, the countries which we long for occupy, at any given moment, a far larger place in our actual life than the country in which we happen to be.
smell long soul
The smell and taste of things remain poised a long time, like souls, ready to remind us.....
moments unsatisfied
Love...., ever unsatisfied, lives always in the moment that is about to come.
entrepreneur decision luck
All our final decisions are made in a state of mind that is not going to last.
love-is people frustrated
Love is not vain because it is frustrated, but because it is fulfilled. The people we love turn to ashes when we posess them.
memories window photograph
Our memory is like a shop in the window of which is exposed now one, now another photograph of the same person. And as a rule the most recent exhibit remains for some time the only one to be seen.
reading communication miracle
Reading is that fruitful miracle of a communication in the midst of solitude.