Author of quotes: Marcel Proust. Page 3

Wherever there is life walled us into a brick wall, the mind cuts through the window, because, if there is no cure for unrequited love, you can still get rid of suffering, merely drawing conclusions from its lessons. The mind does not know despair.

The woman we need, if it enriches our life with happiness or distress, for there is no woman, the possession of which would have been dearer to us than the possession of truths it opens up, causing us pain.

The mind is not the thinnest, not the strongest, not the most suitable for the attainment of truth, from which follows only that: it is necessary to begin with the mind and not intuition with the subconscious, and with a strong faith in presentiments. Life gradually, from case to case convinces us that the most important thing for our heart or mind we learn not by reason, but by other forces. And then the mind, conscious of their superiority, on reflection, goes to their side and agrees to become their ally, their servant.

Let the disease, the duel, suffered the horse will force us to look death in the face - we still will be plenty to enjoy life, adultery, unexplored countries, of which we have been suddenly deprived. And should the danger be avoided - and we return to a meager life, devoid of all these pleasures.

It is curious that a first love, weakening the resistance of our heart, paves the way to other interests, but does not supply the us at least, taking into account the similarity of symptoms and suffering, a means for them to recover.

People tend to look for suffering in order to then get rid of them. Thoughts that lead us to the goal, we are not arguing, we recognize the faithful - you're not going to complain about the disadvantages of sedation, if it helps.

Disease doctor, who we listen to more of everything: kindness and knowledge, we are only able to promise; the suffering we obey.

Just like we don't have enough of a sense of orientation possessed by some birds, we lack a sense of sight as we are deprived of the sense of space, imagining himself closely from the interested attention of the people, never thinking about us, and not knowing that at the same time we're only concern for others.

Who has not noticed the fact, as women and men, outstanding his mind, but suffering from excessive nervousness, what if they are happy, relaxed and satisfied with their environment, that lead to the admiration of his rare qualities, and, indeed, their mouth speaketh wisdom. And that's some kind of migraine, a small prick to the ego can change everything. This bright mind, suddenly becoming convulsive and limited responds only irritated, suspicious and flirtatious speech, as if deliberately trying to produce the most repulsive.

Accidents that drive us men, do not coincide with the time when we love them: we can deal with these people before it all started, and then when everything is over, but the first appearance in our human life, which we later destined to fall in love, retroactively obtains for us the strength of the predictions, omens.

A smart man has a right to be miserable just because of a woman who is worth it.

The affectionate communication in the world is between those who are not interested in communication.

The same is true with our past. Try to raise him is in vain, all the efforts of our consciousness in vain. The past is beyond his reach, in some things (in that sense, what we get from it), where we least expected to find it. If we find that thing in life or never find is pure coincidence.

We enjoy beautiful music, beautiful paintings, everything that is in the world elegant, but we don't know what the creators were paid for this insomnia, crying, hysterical laughter, nervous fever, asthma, epilepsy, deadly longing.