1,085 Quotes by Marcel Proust

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    On ne guérit d'une souffrance qu'à condition de l'éprouver pleinement.

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    The horror that grand people have for the snobs who strive so hard to make their acquaintance is also felt by masculine men for inverts, and by women for every man who is too much in love with them.

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    Then came the deglutition of saliva, and the old lady instinctively wiped the stubble of her toothbrush moustache with her handkerchief.

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    And at each hour it would seem to me only a few moments since the preceding hour had rung; the most recent would come and inscribe itself close to the other in the sky, and I would not be able to believe that sixty minutes were held in that little blue arc comprised between their two marks of gold. Sometimes, even, this premature hour would ring two strokes more than the last; there was therefore one that I had not heard, something had taken place that had not taken place for me.

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    Do you imagine that the poisonous spittle of five hundred little men of your sort, hoisted on to each other's shoulders, could even drool down on to the tips of my august toes?

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    Pero, sobre todo, de igual suerte que los escritores llegan a menudo a un poder de concentración de que les hubiera dispensado el régimen de libertad política o de anarquía literaria, cuando están atados de pies y manos por la tiranía de un monarca o de una poética, por los rigores de las reglas prosódicas o de una religión de Estado, así Francisca, como no podía replicarnos de una manera explícita, hablaba como Tiresias y hubiera escrito como Tácito.

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    And once again I had recognized the taste of the crumb of madeleine soaked in her decoction of lime-flowers which my aunt used to give me (although I did not yet know and must long postpone the discovery of why this memory made me so happy), immediately the old gray house upon the street, where her room was, rose up like the scenery of a theater.

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