Marcel Proust Quotes

Life is full of misery, loneliness, and suffering - and it's all over much too soon.

Nothing can be grievous that is but once

it is all ash and dry leaves and grief gone like an ocean liner.

Guilt is perhaps the most painful companion of death.

I don't mourn the dead. I mourn the living.

Time destroys everything.

Time is not kind to everything.

Tragedy is one of the larger prices we pay for being alive. No one ever sidesteps tragedy. It is always there, shadowing us.

To me, death is dark, pain, grief.

Time is the devourer of all things.

The beauty of the world, which is so soon to perish, has two edges, one of laughter, one of anguish, cutting the heart asunder.

How terrible a thing time is.

Dust, in the end, settles on everything.

People talk of sorrow as if it is soft, a thing of water and tears. But true sorrow is not soft. True sorrow is a thing of fire, and rock. It burns your heart, crushes your soul under the weight of mountains. It destroys, and even if you keep breathing, keep going, you die.

Hope is a punishable offense. The verdict is always death; one more death of the heart.

We each die countless little deaths on our way to the last. We die out of shame as humiliation. We perish from despair. And, of course, we die for love.

Nothing mortal is enduring, and there is nothing sweet which does not presently end in bitterness.

Whatever lives, lives to die in sorrow. We engage our hearts, and grasp after the things of this world, only to undergo the pang of losing them.

Joy and sorrow, beauty and deformity, equally pass away.

Sorrow lies like a heartbeat behind everything I have written.

Beauty is ever to the lonely mind a shadow fleeting; she is never plain. She is a visitor who leaves behind the gift of grief, the souvenir of pain.

Grief jumps out at you when you're least expecting it.