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
beauty beginning brings happiness joy otherwise promise
It has been said that beauty brings a promise of happiness, but it could be otherwise that the possibility of joy is the beginning of beauty.
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Art is a selective re-creation of reality according to an artist's metaphysical value-judgments. An artist recreates those aspects of reality which represent his fundamental view of man's nature.
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The features of our face are hardly more than gestures which have become permanent
friendship happiness happy
Let us be grateful to people who make us happy, they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.
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Everything great in the world comes from neurotics. They alone have founded our religions and composed our masterpieces.
sky trying patches
Always try to keep a patch of sky above your life.
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The bonds that unite another person to our self exist only in our mind.
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Nine tenths of the ills from which intelligent people suffer spring from their intellect.
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When you work to please others you can't succeed, but the things you do to satisfy yourself stand a chance of catching someone's interest.
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Love is space and time measured by the heart.
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Let us be grateful to people who make us happy.
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The time at our disposal each day is elastic; the passions we feel dilate it, those that inspire us shrink it, and habit fills it.
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Everything we think of as great has come to us from neurotics. It is they and they alone who found religions and create great works of art. The world will never realize how much it owes to them and what they have suffered in order to bestow their gifts on it.
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She poured out Swann's tea, inquired "Lemon or cream?" and, on his answering "Cream, please," said to him with a laugh: "A cloud!" And as he pronounced it excellent, "You see, I know just how you like it." This tea had indeed seemed to Swann, just as it seemed to her; something precious, and love has such a need to find some justification for itself, some guarantee of duration, in pleasures which without it would have no existence and must cease with its passing.