Marcel Proust Quotes About Giving

• Han pasado muchos años desde aquella noche. La pared de la escalera por la que había visto subir poco a poco la luz de su vela fue derribada hace mucho tiempo. Y en mí también han perecido muchas cosas que imaginaba que durarían para siempre, y han surgido otras nuevas, dando origen a nuevas penas y nuevas alegrías que en aquellos días no habría podido prever, del mismo modo que ahora las antiguas son difíciles de comprender.

  Marcel Proust

  Pared, Noche, Luz

  Marcel Proust (2008). "Los sentidos de la conciencia: El camino de Swann por la mitad", p.33, Lulu.com

• Es reconfortante, cuando uno tiene una pena, tenderse en el calor de su lecho y allí, abandonando todo esfuerzo y toda resistencia, enterrar hasta la cabeza bajo el cobertor, entregándose por completo a él, gimiendo como ramas al viento otoñal. Pero aún hay un lecho mejor, lleno de olores divinos. Es nuestra dulce, nuestra profunda, nuestra impenetrable amistad.

  Marcel Proust

  Dulce, Guerra, Mentira

  Marcel Proust (1957). "Los placeres y los días: y otros escritos".

• Less disappointing than life, great works of art do not begin by giving us all their best.

  Marcel Proust

  Life, Art, Disappointment

  Marcel Proust (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Marcel Proust (Illustrated)”, p.863, Delphi Classics

• I drank a second mouthful in which I find nothing more than in the first, then a third which gives me rather less than the second. It is time to stop; the potion is losing its magic.

  Marcel Proust

  Giving, Magic, Firsts

  Marcel Proust (2006). “Remembrance of Things Past”, p.62, Wordsworth Editions

• Are not the thoughts of the dying often turned towards the practical, painful, obscure, visceral aspect, towards the "seamy side" of death which is, as it happens, the side that death actually presents to them and forces them to feel, and which far more closely resembles a crushing burden, a difficulty in breathing, a destroying thirst, than the abstract idea to which we are accustomed to give the name of Death?

  Marcel Proust

  Crush, Death, Breathing

  Marcel Proust (2010). “In Search Of Lost Time Vol 1: Swann's Way”, p.96, Random House

• My dear Madame, I just noticed that I forgot my cane at your house yesterday; please be good enough to give it to the bearer of this letter. P.S. Kindly pardon me for disturbing you; I just found my cane.

  Marcel Proust

  Yesterday, Giving, House

  Marcel Proust “Swann’s Way”, W. W. Norton & Company

• For although we know that the years pass, that youth gives way to old age, that fortunes and thrones crumble (even the most solid among them) and that fame is transitory, the manner in which—by means of a sort of snapshot—we take cognisance of this moving universe whirled along by Time, has the contrary effect of immobilising it.

  Marcel Proust

  Moving, Mean, Years

  Marcel Proust (2000). “In Search of Lost Time, Volume VI: Time Regained (A Modern Library E-Book)”, p.402, Modern Library

• 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

• Having a body is in itself the greatest threat to the mind... The body encloses the mind in a fortress; before long the mind is besieged on all sides, and in the end the mind has to give itself up.

  Marcel Proust

  Long, Giving, Mind

  Marcel Proust (2003). “In Search of Lost Time: Finding Time Again”, ePenguin

• Now the same mystery which often veils from our eyes the reason for a catastrophe envelops just as frequently, when love is in question, the suddenness of certain happy solutions, such as had been brought to me by Gilberte's letter. Happy, or at least seemingly happy, for there are few that can really be happy when we are dealing with a sentiment of such a kind that any satisfaction we can give it does no more, as a rule, than dislodge some pain. And yet sometimes a respite is granted us, and we have for a little while the illusion of being healed.

  Marcel Proust

  Pain, Eye, Love Is

  Marcel Proust (1981). "Recuerdos del pasado": El camino de Swann. Dentro de un bosquecillo en ciernes", New York : Random House

• And so it is with our own past. It is a labour in vain to attempt to recapture it: all the efforts of our intellect must prove futile. The past is hidden somewhere outside the realm, beyond the reach of intellect, in some material object (in the sensation which that material object will give us) of which we have no inkling. And it depends on chance whether or not we come upon this object before we ourselves must die.

  Marcel Proust

  Past, Giving, Effort

  Marcel Proust (2010). “In Search Of Lost Time Vol 1: Swann's Way”, p.51, Random House

• Porque lo que suponemos que es nuestro amor o nuestros celos nunca es una pasión única, continua e indivisible. Se compone de una infinidad de amores sucesivos, de celos diferentes, cada uno de los cuales es efímero, aunque por su multiplicidad ininterrumpida nos den la impresión de continuidad, la ilusión de unidad.

  Marcel Proust

  Passion, Giving, Unity

  Marcel Proust (1982). "Recuerdos del pasado: El camino de Swann y En un bosquecillo", 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

• We strive all the time to give our life its form, but we do so by copying willy-nilly, like a drawing, the features of the person that we are and not of the person we should like to be.

  Marcel Proust

  Drawing, Giving, Identity

  Marcel Proust (2000). “In Search of Lost Time, Volume III: The Guermantes Way”, p.236, Modern Library

• Podemos haber dado vueltas a todas las ideas posibles en nuestra mente, y sin embargo la verdad nunca se nos ha ocurrido, y es desde fuera, cuando menos la esperamos, cuando nos da su cruel puñalada y nos hiere para siempre.

  Marcel Proust

  Truth, Ideas, Giving

  Marcel Proust (2015). “Cities of the Plain (Sodom and Gomorrah)”, p.550, Booklassic

• Knowing does not always allow us to prevent, but at least the things that we know, we hold them, if not in our hands, but at leastin our thoughts where we may dispose of them at our whim, which gives us the illusion of power over them.

  Marcel Proust

  Thoughtful, Power, Thinking

• El artista que renuncia a una hora de trabajo por una hora de conversación con un amigo sabe que está sacrificando una realidad por algo que no existe (nuestros amigos son amigos sólo a la luz de una agradable locura que viaja con nosotros por la vida y a la que nos acomodamos fácilmente, pero que en el fondo de nuestro corazón sabemos que no es más razonable que el delirio del hombre que habla con los muebles porque cree que están vivos).

  Marcel Proust

  Renunciar, Creer, Corazón

  Marcel Proust (1970). "El pasado recobrado", Random House (NY)

• De ordinario somos tan indiferentes a las personas que cuando hemos investido a una de ellas con la posibilidad de darnos alegría, o sufrimiento, parece como si debiera pertenecer a algún otro universo, está imbuida de poesía.

  Marcel Proust

  Amor, Gente, Dar

• La vida es extraordinariamente suave y dulce con ciertas personas naturales, ingeniosas, afectuosas, que tienen una distinción inusual y son capaces de todos los vicios, pero que no hacen alarde de ninguno en público y de las que nadie puede afirmar que tengan uno solo. Hay algo flexible y secreto en ellos. Además, su perversidad da sabor a sus ocupaciones más inocentes, como pasear por el jardín de noche.

  Marcel Proust

  Ingeniosa, Dulce, Nocturna

  Marcel Proust (1957). "Los placeres y los días: y otros escritos".

• La conversación, que es el modo de expresión de la amistad, es una digresión superficial que no nos aporta nada que valga la pena adquirir. Podemos hablar durante toda una vida sin hacer más que repetir indefinidamente la vacuidad de un minuto.

  Marcel Proust

  Expression, Giving, May

  Marcel Proust (2000). “In Search of Lost Time, Volume II: Within a Budding Grove (A Modern Library E-Book)”, p.575, 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.

  Marcel Proust

  Giving Up, Sacrifice, Reality

  Marcel Proust (2000). “In Search of Lost Time, Volume VI: Time Regained (A Modern Library E-Book)”, p.268, Modern Library

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