Marcel Proust Quotes About Imagination

Quotes about: Imagination

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  The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes.

  Marcel Proust

  Inspirational, Life, Positive

• The inertia of the mind urges it to slide down the easy slope of imagination, rather than to climb the steep slope of introspection.

  Marcel Proust

  Imagination, Mind, Slides

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

• Let us leave pretty women to men devoid of imagination.

  Marcel Proust

  Women, Men, Imagination

  Marcel Proust (2006). “Remembrance of Things Past”, p.807, Wordsworth Editions

• 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

  Dream, Song, Dust

  Marcel Proust, Joachim Neugroschel, Roger Shattuck (2003). “The Complete Short Stories of Marcel Proust”, p.127, Rowman & Littlefield

• But,instead of what our imagination makes us suppose and which we worthless try to discover,life gives us something that we could hardly imagine.

  Marcel Proust

  Imagination, Giving, Trying

• This dim coolness of my room was to the broad daylight of the street what the shadow is to the sunbeam, that is to say equally luminous, and presented to my imagination the entire panorama of summer, which my senses, if I had been out walking, could have tasted and enjoyed only piecemeal; and so it was quite in harmony with my state of repose which (thanks to the enlivening adventures related in my books) sustained, like a hand reposing motionless in a stream of running water, the shock and animation of a torrent of activity.

  Marcel Proust

  Summer, Running, Book

  Marcel Proust (2000). “In Search of Lost Time, Volume I: Swann's Way (A Modern Library E-Book)”, p.131, Modern Library

• 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

• The images selected by memory are as arbitrary, as narrow, as elusive as those which the imagination had formed and reality has destroyed. There is no reason why, existing outside ourselves, a real place should conform to the pictures in our memory rather than those in our dreams.

  Marcel Proust

  Dream, Memories, Real

  Marcel Proust (2000). “In Search of Lost Time, Volume IV: Sodom and Gomorrah (A Modern Library E-Book)”, p.191, Modern Library

• Laissons les jolies femmes aux hommes sans imagination. Leave the pretty women for the men without imagination.

  Marcel Proust

  Men, Imagination, Pretty Woman

  1925 A' la recherche du temps perdu,'Albertine disparue'.

• Only imagination and belief can differentiate from the rest certain objects, certain people, and can create an atmosphere.

  Marcel Proust

  Imagination, People, Atmosphere

  Marcel Proust (2016). “In Search of Lost Time: Or “Á la Recherche du temps perdu””, p.922, Jester House Publishing

• Often it is just lack of imagination that keeps a man from suffering very much.

  Marcel Proust

  Men, Imagination, Suffering

• 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

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