Proust: ‘Strictly Forbidden’ | Remembrance of Things Pass #186

STRICTLY FORBIDDEN

“Pleasures are like photographs: in the presence of the person we love, we take only negatives, which we develop later, at home, when we have at our disposal once more our inner dark room, the door of which it is strictly forbidden to open while others are present.” ― Marcel Proust
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Proust: ‘Fleeting Years’ | Remembrance of Things Pass #185

FLEETING YEARS

“The places we have known do not belong solely to the world of space in which we situate them for our greater convenience. They were only a thin slice among contiguous impressions which formed our life at that time; the memory of a certain image is but regret for a certain moment; and houses, roads, avenues are as fleeting, alas, as the years.” ― Marcel Proust

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Proust: ‘Struggle and Victory’ | Remembrance of Things Pass #184

STRUGGLE AND VICTORY

“We do not receive wisdom, we must discover it for ourselves, after a journey through the wilderness which no one else can make for us, which no one can spare us, for our wisdom is the point of view from which we come at last to regard the world. The lives that you admire, the attitudes that seem noble to you, have not been shaped by a paterfamilias or a schoolmaster, they have sprung from very different beginnings, having been influenced by evil or commonplace that prevailed round them. They represent a struggle and a victory.” ― Marcel Proustghost of proust at grave

Proust: ‘Special Radiance’ | Remembrance of Things Pass #183

SPECIAL RADIANCE

“Thanks to art, instead of seeing one world only, our own, we see that world multiply itself and we have at our disposal as many worlds as there are original artists, worlds more different one from the other than those which revolve in infinite space, worlds which, centuries after the extinction of the fire from which their light first emanated, whether it is called Rembrandt or Vermeer, send us still each one its special radiance.” ― Marcel Proust

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Proust: Only In Our Minds | Remembrance of Things Pass # 182

ONLY IN OUR MINDS

“The bonds between ourselves and another person exists only in our minds. Memory as it grows fainter loosens them, and notwithstanding the illusion by which we want to be duped and which, out of love, friendship, politeness, deference, duty, we dupe other people, we exist alone. Man is the creature who cannot escape from himself, who knows other people only in himself, and when he asserts the contrary, he is lying.”

“Pleasures are like photographs: in the presence of the person we love, we take only negatives, which we develop later, at home, when we have at our disposal once more our inner dark room, the door of which it is strictly forbidden to open while others are present.”

“One cannot change, that is to say become a different person, while continuing to acquiesce to the feelings of the person one has ceased to be.”

“…the memory of a particular image is but regret for a particular moment..”
― Marcel Proust

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Proust: Nourish a Fantasy | Remembrance of Things Pass # 181

NOURISH A FANTASY

“The places we have known do not belong solely to the world of space in which we situate them for our greater convenience. They were only a thin slice among contiguous impressions which formed our life at that time; the memory of a certain image is but regret for a certain moment; and houses, roads, avenues are as fleeting, alas, as the years.”

“No doubt very few people understand the purely subjective nature of the phenomenon that we call love, or how it creates, so to speak, a supplementary person, distinct from the person whom the world knows by the same name, a person most of whose constituent elements are derived from ourselves.”

“If we are to make reality endurable, we must all nourish a fantasy or two.”
― Marcel Proust

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Proust: Measured By the Heart | Remembrance of Things Pass # 180

MEASURED BY THE HEART

“Now are the woods all black, But still the sky is blue.”

“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.”

“Love is space and time measured by the heart.” ― Marcel Proust

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