We must never be afraid to go too far, for truth lies beyond.
Marcel ProustA person does not, as I had imagined, stand motionless and clear before our eyes with his merits, his defects, his plans, his intentions with regard to ourselves (like a garden at which we gaze through a railing with all its borders spread out before us), but is a shadow which we can never penetrate, of which there can be no such thing as direct knowledge, with respect to which we form countless beliefs, based upon words and sometimes actions, neither of which can give us anything but inadequate and as it proves contradictory information — a shadow behind which we can alternately imagine with equal justification, that there burns the flame of hatred and of love.
Marcel ProustThe person with whom we are in love is to be recognised only by the intensity of the pain that we suffer.
Marcel ProustStichwörter: love
A certain similarity exists, although the type evolves, between all the women we love, a similarity that is due to the fixity of our own temperament, which it is that chooses them, eliminating all those who would not be at once our opposite and our complement, fitted that is to say to gratify our senses and to wring our heart.
Marcel ProustThe intellectual distinction of a house and its smartness are generally in inverse rather than direct ratio.
Marcel ProustThe oddities of charming people exasperate us, but there are few if any charming people who are not, at the same time, odd.
Marcel ProustIt is the wicked deception of love that it begins by making us dwell not upon a woman in the outside world but upon a doll inside our head, the only woman who is always available in fact, the only one we shall ever possess, whom the arbitrary nature of memory, almost as absolute as that of the imagination, may have made as different from the real woman as the real Balbec had been from the Balbec I imagined- a dummy creation that little by little, to our own detriment, we shall force the real woman to resemble.
Marcel ProustWe may talk for a lifetime without doing more than indefinitely repeat the vacuity of a minute.
Marcel ProustA picture’s beauty does not depend on the things portrayed in it.
Marcel ProustEvery person is destroyed when we cease to see him; after which his next appearance is a new creation, different from that which immediately preceded it, if not from them all.
Marcel ProustStichwörter: memory
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