Marcel Proust Quotes About Heart

Quotes about: Heart

• In his younger days a man dreams of possessing the heart of the woman whom he loves; later, the feeling that he possesses the heart of a woman may be enough to make him fall in love with her.

  Marcel Proust

  Love, Dream, Fall

  Marcel Proust (2016). “Swann's Way”, p.263, Marcel Proust

• Love is space and time measured by the heart.

  Marcel Proust

  Missing You, True Love, Best Love

  "In Search of Lost Time, Volume V: The Captive". Book by Marcel Proust, 1923.

• Our intellect is not the most subtle, the most powerful, the most appropriate, instrument for revealing the truth. It is life that, little by little, example by example, permits us to see that what is most important to our heart, or to our mind, is learned not by reasoning but through other agencies. Then it is that the intellect, observing their superiority, abdicates its control to them upon reasoned grounds and agrees to become their collaborator and lackey.

  Marcel Proust

  Powerful, Heart, Intelligent

• At a certain age, we have already been struck by love; it no longer develops alone, according to its own mysteries and fateful laws while our hearts stand by startled and passive. We come to its assistanceRecognizing one of its symptoms, we recall, we bring back to life the others. Since we possess its song engraved in its totality within us, we do not need for a woman to tell us the beginning--filled with admiration inspired by beauty--to find the continuation.

  Marcel Proust

  Song, Heart, Law

• The heart does not lie.

  Marcel Proust

  Lying, Heart, Doe

• Memory nourishes the heart, and grief abates.

  Marcel Proust

  Sympathy, Memories, Grief

  Marcel Proust (1966). “Letters of Marcel Proust”

• An hour or so later he received a note from Odette. Swann had left his cigarette case at her house. "If only," she wrote, "you had also forgotten your heart! I should never have let you have it back.

  Marcel Proust

  Heart, House, Forgotten

  Marcel Proust (1982). “Remembrance of Things Past: Swann's Way & Within a Budding Grove”, Vintage

• To understand a profound thought is to have, at the moment one understands it, a profound thought oneself; and this demands some effort, a genuine descent to the heart of oneself . . . Only desire and love give us the strength to make this effort. The only books that we truly absorb are those we read with real appetite, after having worked hard to get them, so great had been our need of them.

  Marcel Proust

  Real, Book, Heart

• The heart changes...but we learn of it only from reading or by imagination; for in reality its alteration, like that of certain natural phenomena, is so gradual that, even if we are able to distinguish, successively, each of its different states, we are still spared the actual sensation of change.

  Marcel Proust

  Reading, Heart, Reality

• At the heart of our friendly or purely social relations, there lurks a hostility momentarily cured but recurring by fits and starts.

  Marcel Proust

  Heart, Friendly, Fit

  Marcel Proust (2016). “In Search of Lost Time: Or “Á la Recherche du temps perdu””, p.1490, Jester House Publishing

• Let but a single flash of reality -- the glimpse of a woman from afar or from behind -- enable us to project the image of Beauty before our eyes, and we imagine that we have recognised it, our hearts beat, and we will always remain half-persuaded that it was She, provided that the woman has vanished: it is only if we manage to overtake her that we realise our mistake.

  Marcel Proust

  Mistake, Heart, Eye

  Marcel Proust, Charles Kenneth Scott-Moncrieff, Terence Kilmartin, Dennis Joseph Enright (1996). “In Search of Lost Time: Within a budding grove”, Vintage Classics

• Griefs, at the moment when they change into ideas, lose some of their power to injure our heart.

  Marcel Proust

  Grief, Heart, Ideas

  Marcel Proust (2000). “In Search of Lost Time, Volume VI: Time Regained (A Modern Library E-Book)”, p.315, Modern Library

• The artist who gives up an hour of work for an hour of conversation with a friend knows that he is sacrificing a reality for something that does not exist (our friends being friends only in the light of an agreeable folly which travels with us through life and to which we readily accommodate ourselves, but which at the bottom of our hearts we know to be no more reasonable than the delusion of the man who talks to the furniture because he believes that it is alive.).

  Marcel Proust

  Giving Up, Believe, Heart

  Marcel Proust (1970). “The past recaptured”, Random House (NY)

• A certain similarity exists, although the type evolves, between all the women we love, a similarity that is due to the fixity of our own temperament, which it is that chooses them, eliminating all those who would not be at once our opposite and our complement, fitted that is to say to gratify our senses and to wring our heart.

  Marcel Proust

  Heart, Opposites, Type

  Marcel Proust (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Marcel Proust (Illustrated)”, p.1182, Delphi Classics

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