Marcel Proust Quotes
Our vanity, our passions, our spirit of imitation, our abstract intelligence, our habits have long been at work, and it is the task of art to undo this work of theirs, making us travel back in the direction from which we have come to the depths where what has really existed lies unknown within us.
Marcel Proust
Quotes to Explore
Me and my dad are kind of distant since my mom and him separated.
Gabby Douglas
When I'm in 'Man vs. Wild' mode, it's not pleasure. Every sensor is firing and I'm on reserve power all the time and I'm digging deep - and that's the magic of it as well, and that's raw and it's great.
Bear Grylls
I am from a family of farmers from Budhana near Muzaffarnagar.
Nawazuddin Siddiqui
Since belief determines behavior, doesn't it make sense that we should be teaching ethical, moral values in every home and in every school in America?
Zig Ziglar
I'm a soccer mom. I'm T-ball, soccer, karate, homework, keeping them on their schedules. I love being the snack mom, when I get to bring the cut oranges. I have one of those coolers with wheels. I'm at every game, every practice, sitting on my blanket. I love it.
Pamela Anderson
It is not length of life, but depth of life.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
I have a lot of boots. I'm a shoe person for sure.
Kylie Jenner
I won't eat any cereal that doesn't turn the milk purple.
Bill Watterson
Remember that you have to be happy to make other people happy. Don't get weighed down by duty, guilt, and responsibility all the time.
Swara Bhaskar
I do freestyle jumping. Been doing since I was eight years old and can't quit. I'm addicted. I've broken many bones, but I ride with confidence. It's my thing - there's no high on earth like it. It's my hobby and I really enjoy it.
Vanilla Ice
I try and journal every day, and that's where a lot of my lyric comes from.
Jessie Baylin
Our vanity, our passions, our spirit of imitation, our abstract intelligence, our habits have long been at work, and it is the task of art to undo this work of theirs, making us travel back in the direction from which we have come to the depths where what has really existed lies unknown within us.
Marcel Proust