Marcel Proust
In Search of Lost Time, literature of memory
Most quoted
"The only true voyage of discovery, the only fountain of eternal youth, would be not to visit strange lands but to possess other eyes, to behold the universe through the eyes of another, of a hundred others, to behold the hundred universes that each of them beholds, that each of them is."
— from Remembrance of Things Past (À la recherche du temps perdu), 1923
"The only real voyage of discovery, the only fountain of Eternal Youth, would be not to visit strange lands but to possess other eyes, to behold the universe through the eyes of another, of a hundred others, to behold the hundred universes that each of them beholds, that each of them is."
— from In Search of Lost Time: The Captive, 1923
"The only true voyage of discovery, the only fountain of youth, would be not to visit strange lands but to possess other eyes, to behold the universe through the eyes of another, of a hundred others, to behold the hundred universes that each of them beholds, that each of them is."
— from Letter to René Blum
All quotes by Marcel Proust (133)
The future holds no promise for those who prefer the past.
In the realm of sadness, there is no hierarchy.
The writer must be a man of vision, not a mere recorder of facts.
I have made it a rule never to smoke more than one cigar at a time.
The love of fashion is the love of novelty.
To understand a thing truly, one must see it in its historical context.
Jealousy is the most cruel of all diseases.
The true journey of discovery is not in visiting new places, but in seeing with new eyes.
Books are the children of the brain.
Sorrow is a fruit. God does not make it grow on every tree.
The only true voyage would be not to visit strange lands but to possess other eyes.
We become moral once we see that our happiness is tied to the happiness of others.
The past is hidden somewhere outside the realm, beyond the reach of intellect, in some material object.
Let us leave pretty women to men without imagination.
The heart has its reasons which reason knows nothing of.
In love, the one who is loved is always the one who is in control.
The great charm of conversation consists less in the display of one's own wit than in the power to draw forth the resources of others.
Our desires interweave with one another; and in the confusion of existence, it is seldom that a joy is promptly paired with the desire that longed for it.
The life of man is of no greater duration than the breath of his nostrils.
To be a great writer, one must be a great reader.
Contemporaries of Marcel Proust
Other Literatures born within 50 years of Marcel Proust (1871–1922).