Alter | 51 Jahre (verstorben) |
Beruf | Essayist, Romancier, Schriftsteller |
Geburtsdatum | Montag, 10. Juli 1871 |
Geburtsort | Neuilly-Auteuil-Passy |
Todesdatum | Samstag, 18. November 1922 |
Todesort | France |
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Beschreibung | Valentin Louis Georges Eugène Marcel Proust (/pruːst/; französisch: [maʁsɛl pʁust]; 10. Juli 1871 - 18. November 1922) war ein französischer Romancier, Kritiker und Essayist, der den monumentalen Roman Auf der Suche nach der verlorenen Zeit (À la recherche du temps perdu; mit dem früheren englischen Titel Remembrance of Things Past) schrieb, der zwischen 1913 und 1927 in sieben Bänden auf Französisch erschien. Er gilt unter Kritikern und Schriftstellern als einer der einflussreichsten Autoren des 20. Jahrhunderts. |
Words do not change their meanings so drastically in the course of centuries as, in our minds, names do in the course of a year or two.
Let us leave pretty women to men devoid of imagination.
Illness is the doctor to whom we pay most heed to kindness, to knowledge, we make promise only pain we obey.
A change in the weather is sufficient to recreate the world and ourselves.
It is in moments of illness that we are compelled to recognize that we live not alone but chained to a creature of a different kingdom, whole worlds apart, who has no knowledge of us and by whom it is impossible to make ourselves understood: our body.
Everything great in the world comes from neurotics. They alone have founded our religions and composed our masterpieces.
Three-quarters of the sicknesses of intelligent people come from their intelligence. They need at least a doctor who can understand this sickness.
Happiness serves hardly any other purpose than to make unhappiness possible.
A powerful idea communicates some of its strength to him who challenges it.
Only through art can we emerge from ourselves and know what another person sees.
Let us be grateful to people who make us happy, they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.
Happiness is beneficial for the body, but it is grief that develops the powers of the mind.
As long as men are free to ask what they must, free to say what they think, free to think what they will, freedom can never be lost and science can never regress.
