Quotes by Marcel Proust, Sodom and Gomorrah

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After a certain age, and even if we develop in quite different ways, the more we become ourselves, the more our family t — Marcel Proust, Sodom and Gomorrah
It is often simply from lack of creative imagination that we do not go far enough in suffering. — Marcel Proust, Sodom and Gomorrah
The being that I shall be after death has no more reason to remember the man I have been since my birth than the latter — Marcel Proust, Sodom and Gomorrah
...infirmity alone makes us take notice and learn, and enables us to analyse mechanisms of which otherwise we should kno — Marcel Proust, Sodom and Gomorrah
For with the perturbations of memory are linked the intermittencies of the heart. — Marcel Proust, Sodom and Gomorrah
A man who, night after night, falls like a lump of lead upon his bed, and ceases to live until the moment when he wakes — Marcel Proust, Sodom and Gomorrah
The mistakes of doctors are innumerable. They err as a rule out of optimism as to the treatment, and pessimism as to the — Marcel Proust, Sodom and Gomorrah
We do not include the pleasures we enjoy in sleep in the inventory of the pleasures we have experienced in the course of — Marcel Proust, Sodom and Gomorrah
His [Morel's] nature was really like a sheet of paper that has been folded so often in every direction that it is imposs — Marcel Proust, Sodom and Gomorrah
In the case of Albertine, I felt that I should never discover anything, that, out of that tangled mass of details of fac — Marcel Proust, Sodom and Gomorrah
There is no need, in order to explain three-quarters of the opinions held about people, to go so far as a love that has — Marcel Proust, Sodom and Gomorrah
Soon, what was tedious was everything. 'Beautiful things, they're so tedious! Paintings, they're enough to drive you mad — Marcel Proust, Sodom and Gomorrah