We dream much of a paradise, or rather of a number of successive paradises, but each of them is, long before we die, a paradise lost, in which we should feel ourselves lost too. Marcel Proust Paradise , Successive , Dream Reflection , Lost States , Mortal Vision , Nostalgic Longing
Marcel Proust’s Quotes On Topics More Marcel Proust Quotes “When we are in love, our love is too vast to be wholly contained within ourselves; it radiates outwards, reaches the resistant surface of the loved one, which reflects it back to its starting-point; and this return of our own tenderness is what we see as the other’s feelings, working their new, enhanced charm on us, because we do not recognize them as having originated in ourselves.” Marcel Proust Love , Tenderness , Radiating Emotion , Reflected Feelings , Enhanced Charm , Misrecognized Origin “To such beings, such fugitive beings, their own nature and our anxiety fasten wings. And even when they are with us the look in their eyes seems to warn us that they are about to take flight. The proof of this beauty itself, that wings add is that often, for us, the same person is alternately winged and wingless.” Marcel Proust Beings , Wings , Eyes , Flight , Fleeting Beauty , Duality Nature “A well-read man will yawn with boredom when one speaks to him of a new “good book,” as he imagines a sort of composite of all the good books he has read, whereas a good book is something special, unforeseeable, made up not of the sum of all previous masterpieces but of something which the most thorough assimilation of every one of them would not enable him to discover, since it exists not in their sum but beyond it.” Marcel Proust Books , Reading , Masterpieces , Boredom , Literary Value , Unique Insights “The anaesthetic effect of custom being destroyed, I would begin to think and to feel very melancholy things. The door-handle of my room, which was different to me from all the other doorhandles in the world, inasmuch as it seemed to open of its own accord and without my having to turn it, so unconscious had its manipulation become; lo and behold, it was now an astral body for Golo.” Marcel Proust Custom , Melancholy , Room , Door , Astral Body , Habitual Awareness
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