#proust

Yet the Narrator’s quest is not only for his own identity and vocation. He seeks an understanding of art, sexuality and worldly and political affairs: he is a snoop and a voyeur; he comments and classifies; his taxonomic impulse makes the novel appear to be a vast compendium, replete with burrowing wasps and bedsteads, military strategies, stereoscopes, asparagus and aeroplanes. ↗

— Adam A. Watt

#gnothi-seauton #know-thyself #knowledge #proust #art

I wished to see storms only on those coasts where they raged with most violence... ↗

— Marcel Proust

#proust #violence

I find it's impossible for me to read Proust. ↗

— Norman MacCaig

#i #impossible #me #proust #read

Narrative art, the novel, from Murasaki to Proust, has produced great works of poetry. ↗

— Eugenio Montale

#great #narrative #novel #poetry #produced

In a country like France, so ancient, their history is full of outstanding people, so they carry a heavy weight on their back. Who could write in French after Proust or Flaubert? ↗

— Manuel Puig

#ancient #back #carry #could #country

After Proust, there are certain things that simply cannot be done again. He marks off for you the boundaries of your talent. ↗

— Francoise Sagan

#again #boundaries #cannot #certain #certain things

...A madeleine moment - a sound, a scent can incant her presence... ↗

— John Geddes

#proustian-madeleine #love

...because he knew that for other people their own social obligations took precedence of the death of a friend, and could put himself in her place by dint of his instinctive politeness. ↗

— Marcel Proust

#proust #death

...But it was above all that fragmentation of Albertine into many parts, into many Albertines, that was her sole mode of existence in me. Moments recurred in which she had simply been kind, or intelligent, or serious, or even loving sport above all else. And was it not right, after all, that this fragmentation should soothe me? For if it was not in itself something real, if it arose from the continuously changing shape of the hours in which she had appeared to me, a shape which remained that of my memory as the curve of the projections of my magic lantern depended on the curve of the coloured slides, did it not in its own way represent a truly objective truth, this one, namely that none of us is single, that each of us contains many persons who do not all have the same moral value,... ↗

— Marcel Proust

#change

The belief that a person has a share in an unknown life to which his or her love may win us admission is, of all the prerequisites of love, the one which it values most highly and which makes it set little store by all the rest. ↗

— Marcel Proust

#marcel-proust #proust #remembrance-of-things-past #swann-s-way #life