AtomicQuote

Marcel Proust Quote

We are able to find everything in our memory, which is like a dispensary or chemical laboratory in which chance steers our hand sometimes to a soothing drug and sometimes to a dangerous poison.

Marcel Proust

We are able to find everything in our memory, which is like a dispensary or chemical laboratory in which chance steers our hand sometimes to a soothing drug and sometimes to a dangerous poison.

Tags: memory, poison, find

Related Quotes

Its really hard to recall the day you became friends with special people.

Michael Bassey Johnson

Its really hard to recall the day you became friends with special people.

Tags: care, caring, cash, charm, departure, flashback, forget, forgetful, forgetfulness, forgotten

I need to stop running back to you in my mind all the time.

Ranata Suzuki

I need to stop running back to you in my mind all the time.

Tags: adversity, always yours, beautiful, brave, brave heart, bravery, break up, break ups, breakup, broken heart

Not all things can be expressed through words, not all the words reflect the truth.

Ary Hidayat

Not all things can be expressed through words, not all the words reflect the truth.

Tags: happy, honest, inspirational, life, love, memories, memory, sad, truth

I had always wanted to hear those words.I had always wanted to be your girl.

Ranata Suzuki

I had always wanted to hear those words.I had always wanted to be your girl.

Tags: always yours, beautiful, deep love, deep thoughts, devot, devotion, distance, distance relationship, feelings, feelings and emotions

I miss that feeling of connection.Knowing he was out there somewhere thinking about me at the same time I was thinking about him.

Ranata Suzuki

I miss that feeling of connection.Knowing he was out there somewhere thinking about me at the same time I was thinking about him.

Tags: always yours, beautiful, break up, break ups, breakup, broken heart, connectedness, connection, connection with people, connections

Gone are the summer daysand my mind along with them.No longer will I indulgein hopes of getting you back.It is hope that makes these chains heavierand autumnal nights longer.I will merely serve as a m...

Kamand Kojouri

Gone are the summer daysand my mind along with them.No longer will I indulgein hopes of getting you back.It is hope that makes these chains heavierand autumnal nights longer.I will merely serve as a m...

Tags: autumn, back, break up, breaking up, chains, come back, days, ex, ex boyfriend, ex girlfriend

If you cannot hold me in your arms, then hold my memory in high regard.And if I cannot be in your life, then at least let me live in your heart.

Ranata Suzuki

If you cannot hold me in your arms, then hold my memory in high regard.And if I cannot be in your life, then at least let me live in your heart.

Tags: always yours, beautiful, break up, break ups, breakup, broken heart, deep love, deep thoughts, distance, distance relationship

I don't fancy colors of the face, I'm always attracted to colors of the brain.

Michael Bassey Johnson

I don't fancy colors of the face, I'm always attracted to colors of the brain.

Tags: africa, africans, amorous, apartheid, attraction, black people, color, common sense, face, falling in love

To hear never-heard sounds, To see never-seen colors and shapes, To try to understand the imperceptible Power pervading the world; To fly and find pure ethereal substances That are not of matter But o...

Dejan Stojanovic

To hear never-heard sounds, To see never-seen colors and shapes, To try to understand the imperceptible Power pervading the world; To fly and find pure ethereal substances That are not of matter But o...

Tags: cities, colors, darkness, dejan stojanovic, eagle, ethereal, eyes, face, face of a woman, feel

One lives in the hope of becoming a memory.

Antonio Porchia

One lives in the hope of becoming a memory.

Tags: hope, death, immortality, life, memory, remembrance, fame, celebrities
About Marcel Proust

Valentin Louis Georges Eugène Marcel Proust ( PROOST; French: [maʁsɛl pʁust]; 10 July 1871 – 18 November 1922) was a French novelist, literary critic, and essayist who wrote the novel À la recherche du temps perdu (in French – translated in English as Remembrance of Things Past and more recently as In Search of Lost Time) which was published in seven volumes between 1913 and 1927. He is considered by critics and writers to be one of the most influential authors of the 20th century.