Proust Quotes

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Bourbon does for me what the piece of cake did for Proust.

My mother was right: When you've got nothing left, all you can do is get into silk underwear and start reading Proust.

If what Proust says is true, that happiness is the absence of fever, then I will never know happiness. For I am possessed by a fever for knowledge, experience, and creation.

Proust had his madeleines; I am devastated by the scent of yeast bread rising.

We now know that memories are not fixed or frozen, like Proust's jars of preserves in a larder, but are transformed, disassembled, reassembled, and recategorized with every act of recollection.

The novel as we knew it in the nineteenth century was killed off by Proust and Joyce.

Reading Proust is like bathing in someone else's dirty water.

I know of no better definition of love than the one given by Proust - Love is space and time measured by the heart.

All literature up to today is sexist. The Muses never sang to the poets about liberated women. It's the same old chanson from the Bible and Homer through Joyce and Proust.

After Proust, there are certain things that simply cannot be done again. He marks off for you the boundaries of your talent.

Creating is living doubly. The groping, anxious quest of a Proust, his meticulous collecting of flowers, of wallpapers, and of anxieties, signifies nothing else.

Continue reading Proust. His magnificent intelligence is particularly fond of describing stupidity. Which is ultimately exhausting.

Narrative art, the novel, from Murasaki to Proust, has produced great works of poetry.

A businessman who reads Business Week is lost to fame. One who reads Proust is marked for greatness.

In a country like France, so ancient, their history is full of outstanding people, so they carry a heavy weight on their back. Who could write in French after Proust or Flaubert?

When Proust urges us to evaluate the world properly, he repeatedly reminds us of the value of modest scenes.

A ton of Proust isn’t worth an ounce of Ray Bradbury.

A novelist who ranks with Proust , Kafka , Musil and his friend James Joyce as one of the enduring pillars of Modernism.

Proust has pointed out that the predisposition to love creates its own objects; is this not also true of fear?

Proust has listed a great many reasons why it is impossible to be happy, but, in the course of being happy, one finds it difficult to remember them.

I'm sure Proust was a big bore.

I've read Proust and Stendhal. That keeps you in your place.

I read "Remembrance of Things Past" in the original French. I never start the day without reading me some [Marcel] Proust.

Proust again: One can only wish that a man with such powers of total recall had led a less tedious life, moved among somewhat livelier circles.

Im sick of the foodies who need every morsel that goes into their mouth to be a Picasso painting, a Giacometti sculpture, a Proust novel, evoking the world with each crumb.

Proust's tea cake has nothing on one hour in a college dorm.

Proust was the greatest novelist of the twentieth century, just as Tolstoy was in the nineteenth.

You have two types of writers: one like Proust who was locked in his room and wrote the masterpiece. And the other type was Hemingway who celebrated life and also wrote a masterpiece.

You know, the more grown-up you are, the more you like Proust.

Ideally I'd like to spend two evenings a week talking to Proust and another conversing with the Holy Ghost.

I have depth. I've read Proust. No, wait, that was Pooh. Winnie the Pooh. My bad" Charley Davidson.

It is Proust's courtesy to spare the reader the embarrassment of believing himself cleverer than the author.

If there was ever a bigger pansy than my father, it was Marcel Proust.

It should not be Illiers-Combray that we visit: a genuine homage to Proust would be to look at our world through his eyes, not look at his world through our eyes.

What do you most value in your friends?Their continued existence.

Reading is at the threshold of the spiritual life

We don't receive wisdom

Let us be grateful to the people who make us happy

Let us leave pretty women to men with no imagination.

He wanted to know all about me and my family and especially my childhood.'That's where everything starts', he'd say. 'Both heaven and hell.

He wanted to know all about me and my family and especially my childhood.That's where everything starts, he'd say. Both heaven and hell.

He wanted to know all about me and my family and especially my childhood."That's where everything starts, " he'd say. "Both heaven and hell.

Anyone who's read all of Proust plus The Man withour Qualities is bound t be missing out on a few other titles.

One felt that in her renunciation of life she had deliberately abandoned those places in which she might at least have been able to see the man she loved, for others where he had never trod.

[They] can’t….understand you: you’re such an exceptional person. That’s what I liked about you from the start

She can't have understood you: you are so utterly different from ordinary men. That's what I liked about you when I first saw you

The so-called sensitivity of neurotics develops along with their egotism

I do not mean, of course, that we can always accurately express our conscious thoughts with Proustian accuracy. Consciousness overflows language: we perceive vastly more than we can describe.

In the V-shaped opening of her crape bodice Mlle. Vinteuil felt the sting of her friend's sudden kiss

Because happiness alone is good for the body