Marcel Proust Quotes

À partir de cet instant, je n’avais plus un seul pas à faire, le sol marchait pour moi dans ce jardin où depuis si longtemps mes actes avaient cessé d’être accompagnés d’attention volontaire: l’Habitude venait de me prendre dans ses bras et me portait jusqu’à mon lit comme un petit enfant.

Marcel Proust

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• At first blush, it seems odd that loser lit books are rejected initially, then go on to be fiercely loved by legions of readers. This apparent contradiction might be due to the fact that if they didn't screw up their lives, most losers would be the kind of power-elite, Type A go-getters whom readers love to hate.

  

  Kate Christensen
  • Up
  • Love
  • Power

• I think my printing to this day looks like the printing right out of a comic book. Actually, I always wanted to be in a comic book. I watched cartoons when I was a kid, too, and both comics and cartoons lit fire in my imagination. This realm holds a lot of interest for me, a lot of passion for me. So to be comic-ized, yeah, that's cool.

  

  Nathan Fillion
  • Book
  • Day
  • Passion

• Of course, a positive growth rate might be taken as evidence that a population is below its optimum.

  

  Garrett Hardin
  • Taken
  • Positive
  • Growth

• The Hindu marriage may be described as the union of two families. In this union, there is no room for petty ambitions and personal ego-trips. What is involved is love for the entire family that one is marrying into.

  

  Dada Vaswani
  • Family
  • Love
  • May

• I remember in 1967, when there was that terrible fire on NASA's Apollo 1 rocket that killed three astronauts, my father made pure oxygen and we lit this tiny cup and burned it. Suddenly, we had an unbelievable jet and a fire. You just could see exactly what had happened.

  

  Jack W. Szostak
  • Remember
  • Father
  • Science

• My life motto is 'Do my best, so that I can't blame myself for anything.'

  

  Magdalena Neuner
  • Life
  • Myself
  • Best

• I've never understood the cult of Hitchcock. Particularly the late American movies... Egotism and laziness. And they're all lit like television shows.

  

  Orson Welles
  • American
  • Movies
  • Television

• Together in Britain we have lit a flame that the ages shall not extinguish. Guard that sacred flame, my brother Blackshirts, until it illuminates Britain and lights again the paths of mankind.

  

  Oswald Mosley
  • Together
  • Brother
  • Lit

• How can anybody be enlightened?Truth is after all so poorly lit - Turn The Page (1987)

  

  Neil Peart Rush
  • Truth
  • Lit

• My father was among the first of his generation to look into writers who've become part of the American lit. canon. When he wrote his master's thesis on William Faulkner in the Forties, he couldn't find anybody on the faculty at Columbia University to oversee it because they didn't read Faulkner.

  

  Antonya Nelson
  • American
  • Father
  • Lit

• Many Americans have a romanticized view of trains, rooted in a bygone era of elaborately adorned rail cars lit by flickering gas lamps and pulled by smoke-belching steam locomotives.

  

  Alan Huffman
  • Lit

• If you write chick lit, and if you're a New Yorker, and if your book becomes the topic of pop-culture fascination, the paper might make dismissive and ignorant mention of your book. If you write romance, forget about it. You'll be lucky if they spell your name right on the bestseller list.

  

  Jennifer Weiner
  • Book
  • Culture
  • Lit

• My feeling about my own work is, I could be writing 'The Aeneid' and they would still have to call it chick lit or mommy lit or menopausal old hag lit.

  

  Jennifer Weiner
  • Work
  • Writing
  • Feeling

• I thought I was going to be a lot more freaked out by being naked onstage. I think on film I would have been more freaked out, because film is less forgiving. But onstage it's lit so beautifully. It would make my mother look good.

  

  Lorraine Bracco
  • Good
  • Mother
  • Lit

• Your physicality is this great thing, but it is also the thing that makes you clumsy and limits you in the world, so to speak.

  

  Amy Ray
  • World
  • Great

• The first thing that comes out of my mouth is always right.

  

  Jenna Jameson

• As a college freshman with an on-campus job, I was delivering paperwork to the engineering department one day. There, I encountered two department assistants whose faces lit up with the hope that I was a prospective student. I hadn't come there to enroll, but their reactions piqued my interest.

  

  Peggy Johnson
  • Up
  • Job
  • Hope

• I'm older than my sister so I started writing first. I started writing at school. I was always top of my class in composition, essays, English Lit and all of that.

  

  Joan Collins
  • Writing
  • School
  • English

• If God be an infinite being, there cannot be, either in the present or future world, any relative proportion between man and his God. Thus, the idea of God can never enter the human mind.

  

  Baron d'Holbach
  • World
  • God
  • Mind

• I know a lot of people who've lost their siblings and blame themselves.

  

  Kelsey Grammer
  • People
  • Lost

• I think the President himself is a remarkably intelligent, decent, ethical man. I think he did very well, but I think the job builds up over expectations which all candidates contribute to including this President that simply cannot be fulfilled.

  

  Lloyd Cutler
  • Up
  • Job
  • Intelligent

• Usually, witches are the little side character... a bad female character that comes in and leaves.

  

  Madchen Amick
  • Character
  • Bad
  • Witches

• O Time! consumer of all things; O envious age! thou dost destroy all things and devour all things with the relentless teeth of years, little by little in a slow death. Helen, when she looked in her mirror, seeing the withered wrinkles made in her face by old age, wept and wondered why she had twice been carried away.

  

  Leonardo da Vinci
  • Time
  • Why
  • She

• À partir de cet instant, je n’avais plus un seul pas à faire, le sol marchait pour moi dans ce jardin où depuis si longtemps mes actes avaient cessé d’être accompagnés d’attention volontaire: l’Habitude venait de me prendre dans ses bras et me portait jusqu’à mon lit comme un petit enfant.

  

  Marcel Proust
  • Lit