Marcel Proust Quotes About Creation

Quotes about: Creation

• When we have passed a certain age, the soul of the child that we were and the souls of the dead from whom we sprang come and shower upon us their riches and their spells, asking to be allowed to contribute to the new emotions which we feel and in which, erasing their former image, we recast them in an original creation.

  Marcel Proust

  Children, Soul, Age

  Marcel Proust (1982). “Remembrance of Things Past: The captive. The fugitive. Time regained”, Vintage

• The creation of the world did not occur at the beginning of time, it occurs every day.

  Marcel Proust

  World, Creation, Creation Of The World

  Marcel Proust (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Marcel Proust (Illustrated)”, p.4455, Delphi Classics

• None of us constitutes a material whole, identical for everyone, which a person has only to go look up as though we were a book of specifications or a last testament; our social personality is a creation of the minds of others. Even the very simple act that we call "seeing a person we know" is in part an intellectual one. We fill the physical appearance of the individual we see with all the notions we have about him, and of the total picture that we form for ourselves, these notions certainly occupy the greater part.

  Marcel Proust

  Book, Simple, Personality

• The highest praise of God consists in the denial of him by the atheist who finds creation so perfect that it can dispense with a creator.

  Marcel Proust

  Atheist, Perfect, Denial

  Le Cote de Guermantes (The GuermantesWay) pt. 2 (1921) (translation by C. K. Scott Moncrieff and Terence Kilmartin)

• It is the wicked deception of love that it begins by making us dwell not upon a woman in the outside world but upon a doll inside our head, the only woman who is always available in fact, the only one we shall ever possess, whom the arbitrary nature of memory, almost as absolute as that of the imagination, may have made as different from the real woman as the real Balbec had been from the Balbec I imagined- a dummy creation that little by little, to our own detriment, we shall force the real woman to resemble.

  Marcel Proust

  Memories, Real, Imagination

  Marcel Proust, Christopher Prendergast (2004). “The Guermantes Way”, Viking Press

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