74 Quotes by Marcel Proust about Love
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For it is a charming law of nature, which manifests itself in the heart of the most complex social organisms, that we live in perfect ignorance of those we love.
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I loved her [Gilberte]; I was sorry not to have had the time and the inspiration to insult her, to hurt her, to force her to keep some memory of me. I thought her so beautiful that I should have liked to be able to retrace my steps so as to shake my fist at her and shout, "I think you're hideous, grotesque; how I loathe you!"_
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The truth is that as we grow older we kill all those who love us by the cares we give them, by the anxious tenderness we inspire in them and constantly arouse.
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My only consolation when I am really sad is to love and to be loved.
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My grandmother had a love which found in me so totally its complement, its goal, its constant lodestar, that the genius of great men, all the genius that might ever have existed from the beginning of the world, would have been less precious to my grandmother than a single one of my defects.
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To be with the people one loves, to speak to them, not to speak to them, it is all the same.
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It is a mistake to speak of a bad choice in love, since as soon as there is a choice it can only be a bad one.
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[They] can’t….understand you: you’re such an exceptional person. That’s what I liked about you from the start; I felt that you weren’t like everybody else.
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... seeking to indicate to her by the extent of his gratitude the corresponding intensity of the pleasures which it was in her power to bestow on him, the supreme pleasure being to guarantee him immunity, for as long as his love should last and he remain vulnerable, from the assaults of jealousy.
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