{"author":"Marcel Proust","author_id":"Marcel+Proust","total_quotes":366,"quotes":[{"text":"We would like the truth to be revealed to us by novel signs, not by a sentence, a sentence similar to those which we have constantly repeated to ourselves. The habit of thinking prevents us at times from experiencing reality, immunises us against it, makes it seem no more than another thought. There is no idea that does not carry in itself its possible refutation, no word that does not imply its opposite.","author":"Marcel Proust","tags":["idea","novelty","thinking","truth"],"id":2745,"author_id":"Marcel+Proust"},{"text":"When we are nice to others, we generally lose all claim to their respect.","author":"Marcel Proust","tags":["being-nice","respect"],"id":2856,"author_id":"Marcel+Proust"},{"text":"... It was with an unusual intensity of pleasure, a pleasure destined to have a lasting effect upon his character and conduct...","author":"Marcel Proust","tags":["description","pleasure"],"id":3349,"author_id":"Marcel+Proust"},{"text":"A 'real' person, profoundly as we may sympathise with him, is in a great measure perceptible only through our senses, that is to say, he remains opaque, offers a dead weight which our sensibilities have not the strength to lift.","author":"Marcel Proust","tags":["character","description","personality"],"id":3601,"author_id":"Marcel+Proust"},{"text":"Reading is that fruitful miracle of a communication in the midst of solitude.","author":"Marcel Proust","tags":["books","literature","reading","solitude","words"],"id":6820,"author_id":"Marcel+Proust"},{"text":"It is grief that develops the powers of the mind.","author":"Marcel Proust","tags":["grief","mind"],"id":8121,"author_id":"Marcel+Proust"},{"text":"The opinions which we hold of one another  our relations with friends and kinsfolk are in no sense permanent  save in appearance  but are as eternally fluid as the sea itself.","author":"Marcel Proust","tags":["relationship"],"id":9181,"author_id":"Marcel+Proust"},{"text":"The reality that I had known no longer existed. The places that we have known belong now only to the little world of space on which we map them for our own convenience. None of them was ever more than a thin slice, held between the contiguous impressions that composed our life at that time; remembrance of a particular form is but regret for a particular moment; and houses, roads, avenues are as fugitive, alas, as the years.","author":"Marcel Proust","tags":["memory"],"id":15178,"author_id":"Marcel+Proust"},{"text":"When one feels oneself smitten by love for a woman, one ought to say to oneself, “What are her surroundings? What has been her life? All one’s future happiness lies in the answer.","author":"Marcel Proust","tags":["love","obsession","wisdom","women"],"id":15211,"author_id":"Marcel+Proust"},{"text":"He had so long since ceased to direct his life toward any ideal goal, and had confined himself to the pursuit of quotidian satisfactions, that he had come to believe, though without ever formally stating his belief even to himself that he would remain all his life in that condition, which only death could alter.","author":"Marcel Proust","tags":["classics","literature","marcel-proust","proust"],"id":16073,"author_id":"Marcel+Proust"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":366,"pages":37,"next":"?page=2\u0026page_size=10"}}