Quotes by : Marcel Proust

A man who, night after night, falls like a lump of lead upon his bed, and ceases to live until the moment....

In the case of Albertine, I felt that I should never discover anything, that, out of that tangled mass....

It is a mistake," Labruyère tells us, "to be in love without an ample fortune.

That which we remember of our conduct is ignored by our closest neighbour but that which we have forgotten....

She [Mme des Laumes] belonged to that half of the human race in whom the curiosity the other half feels....

The fault I find with our journalism is that it forces us to take an interest in some fresh triviality....

Lies, so often misleading and which form the substance of all conversations, are less effective in covering....

But one never finds a cathedral, a wave in a storm, a dancer's leap in the air quite as high as one has....

But sometimes it is just when everything seems to be lost that we experience a presentiment that may....

All these things and, still more than these, the treasures which had come to the church from personages....