Quotes by Marcel Proust

The true paradises are the paradises that we have lost.

Love is a striking example of how little reality means to us.

Like many intellectuals, he was incapable of saying a simple thing in a simple way.

Let us leave pretty women to men with no imagination.

Only through art can we emerge from ourselves and know what another person sees.

Love is space and time measured by the heart.

We are healed from suffering only by experiencing it to the full.

Let us be grateful to people who make us happy, they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.

And when I thought of Florence, it was like a miracle city embalmed and like a corolla, because it was called the city of lilies and its cathedral, St. Mary of the Flowers.

The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes.