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
philosophy life-philosophy intonation
Our intonations contain our philosophy of life, what each of us is constantly telling himself about things.
life wise wisdom
There is no man, however wise, who has not at some period of his youth said things, or lived in a way the consciousness of which is so unpleasant to him in later life that he would gladly, if he could, expunge it from his memory.
people dying literature
It is not because other people are dead that our affection for them grows faint, it is because we ourselves are dying.
unhappy moral unhappiness
We become moral when we are unhappy.
happiness laughter joy
Happiness serves hardly any other purpose than to make unhappiness possible.
years names two
Words do not change their meanings so drastically in the course of centuries as, in our minds, names do in the course of a year or two.
practice literature vices
No exile at the South Pole or on the summit of Mont Blanc separates us more effectively from others than the practice of a hidden vice.
literature swiftness proportion
The charms of the passing woman are generally in direct proportion to the swiftness of her passing.
different-opinions literature made
A fashionable milieu is one in which everybody's opinion is made up of the opinion of all the others. Has everybody a different opinion? Then it is a literary milieu.
memories hands drug
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.
teamwork world literature
The world was not created once and for all time for each of us individually. There are added to it in the course of our life things of which we have never had any suspicion.
philosophical paradise lost
The true paradises are the paradises that we have lost.
inspiration hands broken
The thirst for something other than what we have…to bring something new, even if it is worse, some emotion, some sorrow; when our sensibility, which happiness has silenced like an idle harp, wants to resonate under some hand, even a rough one, and even if it might be broken by it.
fear learning essence
We have nothing to fear and a great deal to learn from trees, that vigorours and pacific tribe which without stint produces strengthening essences for us, soothing balms, and in whose gracious company we spend so many cool, silent, and intimate hours.