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
thank-you thankful appreciation
Let us be grateful to people who make us happy.
life travel eye
The only true voyage of discovery, . . . would be not to visit strange lands but to possess other eyes.
book might recognition
Every reader, as he reads, is actually the reader of himself. The writer's work is only a kind of optical instrument he provides the reader so he can discern what he might never have seen in himself without this book. The reader's recognition in himself of what the book says is the proof of the book's truth.
love happy kindness
... we made much less happy by the kindness of a great writer, which strictly speaking we find only in his books, than we suffer from the hostility of a woman whom we have not chosen for her intelligence, but whom we cannot stop ourselves from loving.
life time moving
In theory one is aware that the earth revolves, but in practice one does not perceive it, the ground upon which one treads seems not to move, and one can live undisturbed. So it is with Time in one's life.
missing-you true-love best-love
Love is space and time measured by the heart.
happiness sympathy depression
Happiness is beneficial for the body, but it is grief that develops the powers of the mind.
memories wander our-memories
Even though our lives wander, our memories remain in one place.
desire possession fades
Desire makes everything blossom; possession makes everything wither and fade.
wisdom eye landscape
Instead of seeking new landscapes, develop new eyes.
grief long sorrow
There is no more ridiculous custom than the one that makes you express sympathy once and for all on a given day to a person whose sorrow will endure as long as his life. Such grief, felt in such a way is always present, it is never too late to talk about it, never repetitious to mention it again.
powerful heart intelligent
Our intellect is not the most subtle, the most powerful, the most appropriate, instrument for revealing the truth. It is life that, little by little, example by example, permits us to see that what is most important to our heart, or to our mind, is learned not by reasoning but through other agencies. Then it is that the intellect, observing their superiority, abdicates its control to them upon reasoned grounds and agrees to become their collaborator and lackey.
spring intelligent people
Nine tenths of the ills from which intelligent people suffer spring from their intellect.
sky trying patches
Always try to keep a patch of sky above your life.