Marcel Proust Quotes
When one becomes for an instant one's former self, that is to say different from what one has been for some time past, one's sensibility, being no longer dulled by habit, receives from the slightest stimulus vivid impressions which make everything that has preceded them fade into insignificance, impressions to which, because of their intensity, we attach ourselves with the momentary enthusiasm of a drunkard.
Marcel Proust
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I was never the girl that grew up saying I want to get married. I actually told my parents to not expect me to get married.
Camila Alves
You know, people really don't understand what actors do.
Sally Field
Socially, the Cuban revolution created an education system and health service that remain the envy of much of the neo-liberal world.
Tariq Ali
We've all got royal blood in our veins, you know. It's the best place for it in my view. We've all got a little bit of royal blood in our veins, we're all in line for the succession, and if nineteen million, four hundred thousand, two hundred and eight people die, I'll be king tomorrow. It's not very likely but its a nice thought and helps keep you going.
Peter Cook
He broke the kiss and leaned against her, breathing hard. "Good morning to you, too. Man, I just can't stay mad when you do that.
Rachel Caine
...you have to cherish the world at the same time that you struggle to endure it.
Flannery O'Connor
The face of the enemy frightens me only when I see how much it resembles me.
Oscar Wilde
We thought about it, what we want to tell, and I didn't want to move it directly into the Nazi times. I thought it's much more interesting to see how BloodRayne became BloodRayne.
Uwe Boll
I was always fascinated by politics, and I was exposed to it quite a lot.
J. B. Pritzker
When we really want to go for something better, we shall smash the old. Until then, any sort of proposal, or making proposals, is no more than a tiresome game for self-important people.
D. H. Lawrence
When one becomes for an instant one's former self, that is to say different from what one has been for some time past, one's sensibility, being no longer dulled by habit, receives from the slightest stimulus vivid impressions which make everything that has preceded them fade into insignificance, impressions to which, because of their intensity, we attach ourselves with the momentary enthusiasm of a drunkard.
Marcel Proust
