Quotes About Reflection

tout cela qui prend forme et solidité, est sorti, ville et jardins, de ma tasse de thé.

Unutu?, görevini yerine getirmiyor de?ildi, ama ayn? zamanda özlenen görüntünün ülküselle?tirilmesine ve dolay?s?yla, ilk andaki ac?n?n onu peki?tiren benzer ac?larla bütünle?tirilmesine katk?da bulunuyordu.

Our parallel lives resemble paths bordered at intervals by flower-vases placed symmetrically but not facing each other.

And thinking again of the sameness of Vinteuil's works, I explained to Albertine that the great men of letters have never created more than a single work, or rather have never done more than refract through various media an identical beauty which they bring into the world.

Na realidade, todo leitor é, quando lê, o leitor de si mesmo. A obra não passa de uma especie de instrumento óptico oferecido ao leitor a fim de lhe ser possível discernir o que, sem ela, não teria certamente visto em si mesmo. O reconhecimento, por seu foro íntimo, do que diz o livro, é a prova da verdade deste [...].

Marcel Proust

Acontece que os diversos períodos da nossa vida vêm assim cruzar-se uns com os outros. Por causa de uma coisa que queremos hoje e amanhã nos será indiferente, negamo-nos a ver outra coisa que agora nada nos diz, mas que haveremos de querer mais adiante, e que, se houvéssemos consentido em vê-la, talvez tivéssemos desejado antes, abreviando assim as nossas dores atuais, se bem que na verdade para substituí-las por outras.

E recomecei a escutar, a sofrer; quando estamos à espera, do ouvido que recolhe os ruídos ao espírito que os despoja e analisa, e do espírito ao coração a quem ele transmite os seus resultados, tão rápido é o duplo trajeto que nem sequer lhe podemos perceber a duração, e parece estarmos escutando diretamente com o nosso coração.

To reach the end of a day, natures that are slightly nervous, as mine was, make use, like motor-cars, of different 'speeds.' There are mountainous, uncomfortable days, up which one takes an infinite time to pass, and days downward sloping, through which one can go at full tilt, singing as one goes.

indeed when we are no longer in love with women whom we meet after many years, is there not the abyss of death between them and ourselves, just as much as if they were no longer of this world, since the fact that we are no longer in love makes the people that they were or the person that we were then as good as dead?

Every day I set less store on intellect.

First and foremost, the departure often occurs at a moment when our indifference—real or imagined—is at its greatest,

Ce tacere minunata, imi spuse el; un romancier pe care il vei citi mai tarziu pretindea ca inimilor ranite, precum este inima mea, li se potrivesc doar umbra si tacerea. Si iata, copilul meu, vine in viata un ceas, de care tu esti inca foarte departe, cand ochii obositi nu mai suporta decat o lumina, cea pe care o noapte frumoasa ca aceasta o pregateste si o picura odata cu intunericul, un ceas cand urechile nu mai pot asculta alta muzica decat cea cantata de clarul de luna pe flautul tacerii.

Even if we live in a hermetically sealed compartment, associations of ideas, memories continue to act upon us.

But ideas transform themselves in us, they overcome our initial resistance to them, and feed upon rich reserves of intellect that existed ready-made for them without our knowing.

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For to the disturbances of memory are linked the intermittences of the heart.

I must have suffered intensely during this period, but I realise that it was inevitable. We are healed of a suffering only by experiencing it to the full.

When I saw any external object, my consciousness that I was seeing it would remain between me and it, enclosing it in a slender, incorporeal outline which prevented me from ever coming directly in contact with the material form;

I learned that a death had occurred during the day which distressed me greatly, that of Bergotte.

Time serves us powerfully by adding its influence to purely intellectual affinities; it is the passage of time that causes us to forget our antipathies, our contempts, and the very causes which gave birth to them.

After leaving this park the Vivonne began to flow again more swiftly. How often have I watched, and longed to imitate, when I should be free to live as I chose, a rower who had shipped his oars and lay stretched out on his back, his head down, in the bottom of his boat, letting it drift with the current, seeing nothing but the sky which slipped quietly above him, shewing upon his features a foretaste of happiness and peace.

Hélas! Albertine était plusieurs personnes.

Enquanto a leitura for para nós a iniciadora cujas chaves mágicas abrem no fundo de nós mesmos a porta de moradas em que não conseguiríamos penetrar, seu papel em nossa vida será salutar