“Let us be grateful to the people who make us happy; they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.”
― Marcel Proust
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Marcel Proust, from "Remembrance of Things Past" in The Complete Works
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"No days, perhaps, of all our childhood are ever so fully lived are those that we had regarded as not being lived at all: days spent wholly with a favourite book."
Marcel Proust
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The bonds between ourselves and another person exists only in our minds. Memory as it grows fainter loosens them, and notwithstanding the illusion by which we want to be duped and which, out of love, friendship, politeness, deference, duty, we dupe other people, we exist alone. Man is the creature who cannot escape from himself, who knows other people only in himself, and when he asserts the contrary, he is lying.
In Search of Lost Time
Marcel Proust
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"Çok derinden hissedilen duygular hakkında konuşamaz zaten insan, çünkü onları kendi benliğinden ayıramaz…"
Kalan Son Güzel Kağıdım, Marcel Proust
Bu ay hangi kitabı okuyorsunuz?
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È mai possibile dimenticare qualcuno che si ama da sempre?
Marcel Proust, "Alla ricerca del tempo perduto" , volume primo, All'ombra delle fanciulle in fiore; parte prima: Intorno a Madame Swann
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Marcel Proust, from The Complete Works; The Captive - La Prisonnière; Vol. V of Remembrance of Things Past
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"Benim içimde, daima var olacağını zannettiğim birçok şey yok oldu."'
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My mother was right: When you've got nothing left, all you can do is get into silk underwear and start reading Proust.
Jane Birkin
...or spend one night in bed with Brigitte Bardot. As a much older male literary friend once said to me , one night with Brigitte Bardot would make up for not reading Proust and answer any existential questions one would have about life and meaning.
Unfortunately most of don't have that luxury and so the next best thing to do is to try and read Proust.
‘À la recherche du temps perdu’ (In Search of Lost Time) is a novel dedicated thoroughly and deeply to love. In a sense, it serves as a compendium of the different ways we can love, do love, and should love. Of course, one of its central insights is into the ways that we shouldn’t love - whether that means loving the wrong person or in the wrong way. If you’ve ever wondered whether Proust is more about love or heartbreak you realise, once you’ve actually read him, you realise you can’t cleanly separate the two. Proust routinely explores the very specific strain of sadness that can only occur in romance. In doing so it is also in part about virtue, vice, prejudice, and folly.
Reading Proust expands your universe and your inner life for at the core is a set of big, wonderful, difficult questions about life. Here are a few of them: how we can feel at home in the world; how we can find genuine connection with other human beings; how we can find enchantment in a world without God or if indeed is it possible; how art can transform our lives; whether an artist’s life can shed light on her work; what we can know about reality, other people, and ourselves; when not knowing is better than knowing; who we are really, deep down; what memory tells us about our inner world; why it might be good to think of our life as a story; and how we can feel like a single, unified person when we are torn apart by competing desires and change over time.
Moreover to read Proust is to read about ourselves through someone else trying - and ultimately failing, as we all fail - to capture the past. We are interested in our pasts, not least because our past has made us what we are. Our past is filed with treasures and disappointments, missed opportunities, and regrets, all of which fascinate us: the full value of the treasures can never be recovered, but as compensation we have the rest to mull over as we sip our tea and take a bite of a Madeleine.
RIP Jane Birkin (1946-2023)
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