Marcel Proust’s Quotes On Topics More Marcel Proust Quotes “A little tap on the window pane, as though something had struck it, followed by a plentiful light falling sound, as of grains of sand being sprinkled from a window overhead, gradually spreading, intensifying, acquiring a regular rhythm, becoming fluid, sonorous, musical, immeasurable, universal: it was the rain.” Marcel Proust Rain , Window , Musical Rhythm , Universal Sound , Natural Beauty , Emotional Connection “Pleasure in this respect is like photography. What we take, in the presence of the beloved object, is merely a negative film; we develop it later, when we are at home, and have once again found at our disposal that inner darkroom, the entrance to which is barred to us so long as we are with other people.” Marcel Proust Pleasure , Photography Metaphor , Negative Film , Inner Darkroom , Emotional Capture , Beloved Memory “We accept so many commitments in regard to life that a time comes when, despairing of ever managing to fulfill them all, we face the graves, we call upon death, “death, which brings help to destinies that have trouble coming true.” But while death may exempt us from commitments we have made in regard to life, it cannot exempt us from our commitments to ourselves, especially the most important one: namely, the commitment to live in order to be worthy and deserving.” Marcel Proust Commitments , Life , Despair Exemption , Self Obligations , Worthy Existence , Fulfillment Struggles “He stood gazing at her; traces of the old fresco were apparent in her face and limbs, and these he tried incessantly, afterwards, to recapture, both when he was with Odette, and when he was only thinking of her in her absence; and, albeit his admiration for the Florentine masterpiece was probably based upon his discovery that it had been reproduced in her, the similarity enhanced her beauty also, and rendered her more precious in his sight.” Marcel Proust Admiration , Beauty , Florentine Masterpiece , Old Fresco , Precious Memory , Artistic Vision “I thought nothing at all, but I felt an immense sadness, as when two parts of one’s past existence, which have been anchored near to one, and upon which one has perhaps been basing idly from day to day an unacknowledged hope, remove themselves finally, with a joyous flapping of pennants, for unknown destinations, like a pair of ships.” Marcel Proust Sadness , Ships , Unacknowledged Hope , Departing Dreams , Emotional Detachment , Past Memories
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