Like many intellectuals, he was incapable of saying a simple thing in a simple way. Marcel Proust More Quotes by Marcel Proust More Quotes From Marcel Proust One becomes moral as soon as one is unhappy. Marcel Proust moral unhappy The only true voyage would be not to travel through a hundred different lands, but to see the same land through a hundred different pairs of eyes. Marcel Proust different land eye Perhaps it is not-being that is the true state, and all our dream of life is inexistent; but, if so, we feel that these phrases of music, these conceptions which exist in relation to our dream, must be nothing either. We shall perish, but we have as hostages these divine captives who will follow and share our fate. And death in their company is somehow less bitter, less inglorious, perhaps even less probable. Marcel Proust fate phrases dream The disinterest [of my two great-aunts] in anything that had to do with high society was such that their sense of hearing ... put to rest its receptor organs and allowed them to suffer the true beginnings of atrophy. Marcel Proust aunt suffering two We may have revolved every possible idea in our minds, and yet the truth has never occurred to us, and it is from without, when we are least expecting it, that it gives us its cruel stab and wounds us forever. Marcel Proust truth giving ideas It is a mistake to speak of a bad choice in love, since, as soon as a choice exists, it can only be bad. Marcel Proust mistake love relationship Do you suppose that it is within your power to insult me? You evidently are not aware to whom you are speaking? Do you imagine that the envenomed spittle of five hundred little gentlemen of your type, heaped one upon another, would succeed in slobbering so much as the tips of my august toes? Marcel Proust gentleman august littles To a great extent, suffering is a sort of need felt by the organism to make itself familiar with a new state, which makes it uneasy, to adapt its sensibility to that state. Marcel Proust states suffering needs Memory nourishes the heart, and grief abates. Marcel Proust grief sympathy memories Which of course is followed by: For those who have Awareness, a hint is quite enough. For the multitudes of heedless mere knowledge is useless. Haji Bektash Veli We don't receive wisdom; we must discover it for ourselves after a journey that no one can take for us or spare us. Marcel Proust hints journey spiritual Most of our faculties lie dormant because they can rely upon Habit, which knows what there is to be done and has no need of their services. Marcel Proust rely-upon lying needs Everybody calls "clear" those ideas which have the same degree of confusion as his own. Marcel Proust confusion teaching ideas The only thing that does not change is that at any and every time it appears that there have been great changes. Marcel Proust great-change doe history For one cannot change, that is to say become another person, while continuing to acquiesce to the feelings of the person one no longer is. Marcel Proust continuing different feelings I understood that all the material of a literary work was in my past life, I understood that I had acquired it in the midst of frivolous amusements, in idleness, in tenderness and in pain, stored up by me without my divining its destination or even its survival, as the seed has in reserve all the ingredients which will nourish the plant. Marcel Proust survival pain past She was "a woman of uncertain age. Marcel Proust uncertain age I cannot express the uneasiness caused in me by this intrusion of mystery and beauty into a room I had at last filled with myself to the point of paying no more attention to the room than to that self. The anesthetizing influence of habit having ceased, I would begin to have thoughts, and feelings, and they are such sad things. Marcel Proust self feelings attention There is no idea that does not carry in itself a possible refutation, no word that does not imply its opposite. Marcel Proust opposites doe ideas A collection of bad love songs, tattered from overuse, has to touch us like a cemetery or a village. So what if the houses have no style, if the graves are vanishing under tasteless ornaments and inscriptions? Before an imagination sympathetic and respectful enough to conceal momentarily its aesthetic disdain, that dust may release a flock of souls, their beaks holding the still verdant dreams that gave them an inkling of the next world and let them rejoice or weep in this world. Marcel Proust dust dream song The heart does not lie. Marcel Proust doe heart lying