Marcel Proust Quotes
But when from a long-distant past nothing subsists, after the people are dead, after the things are broken and scattered, taste and smell alone, more fragile but more enduring, more unsubstantial, more persistent, more faithful, remain poised a long time, like souls, remembering, waiting, hoping, amid the ruins of all the rest; and bear unflinchingly, in the tiny and almost impalpable drop of their essence, the vast structure of recollection.
Marcel Proust
Quotes to Explore
The inherent purpose of American government is let people seek their own goals and to encourage them to be responsible on the various adventures they have on their way to those goals, good, bad, and otherwise.
P. J. O'Rourke
If there is one thing I am, it's always right.
Ted Nugent
When I passed the age of 50, I learned how to control my emotions.
Mahmoud Darwish
Now, since I'm a husband and father, discrimination against women isn't just political, it's personal.
Warren Farrell
You must not lose faith in humanity. Humanity is an ocean; if a few drops of the ocean are dirty, the ocean does not become dirty.
Mahatma Gandhi
Singing is my main goal, and I think philosophy will help me write songs.
Jackie Evancho
It's easy to get into an easy routine but the problem with that is you can tend to write the same song over and over again.
Georgia Nott
Broods
There was something wrong with me, I thought, because I seemed to see things other people didn't see.
John Lennon
The Beatles
I'm not a Barbie doll, I'm just a multidimensional human being who likes to make things.
Kali Uchis
Privacy under what circumstance? Privacy at home under what circumstances? You have more privacy if everyone's illiterate, but you wouldn't really call that privacy. That's ignorance.
Bruce Sterling
But when from a long-distant past nothing subsists, after the people are dead, after the things are broken and scattered, taste and smell alone, more fragile but more enduring, more unsubstantial, more persistent, more faithful, remain poised a long time, like souls, remembering, waiting, hoping, amid the ruins of all the rest; and bear unflinchingly, in the tiny and almost impalpable drop of their essence, the vast structure of recollection.
Marcel Proust
