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34 quotes

The Egoist · 1915

★ 7.1

Novel · Modernist literature

They lived und laughed ant loved end left.

James Joyce

Finnegans Wake · 1939

★ 7.1

Novel · Modernist literature

The only true voyage of discovery, the only fountain of Eternal Youth, would be not to visit strange lands but to possess other eyes, to behold the universe through the eyes of another, of a hundred others, to behold the hundred universes that each of them beholds, that each of them is.

Marcel Proust

In Search of Lost Time · 1922

★ 7.0

Novel · Magazine · Modernist literature

His heart danced upon her movements like a cork upon a tide. He heard what her eyes said to him from beneath their cowl and knew that in some dim past, whether in life or reverie, he had heard their tale before.

James Joyce

The Egoist · 1915

★ 6.9

Novel · Modernist literature

The bonds between ourselves and another person exist 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.

Marcel Proust

In Search of Lost Time · 1922

★ 6.1

Novel · Modernist literature

We are healed of a suffering only by experiencing it to the full.

Marcel Proust

In Search of Lost Time · 1922

★ 5.5

Novel · Modernist literature

I desire to press in my arms the loveliness which has not yet come into the world.

James Joyce

A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man · 1915

★ 5.4

Novel · Modernist literature

Once I had recognized the taste of the crumb of madeleine soaked in her decoction of lime flowers which my aunt used to give me... Immediately the old gray house upon the street, where her room was, rose up like the scenery of a theater.

Marcel Proust

In Search of Lost Time · 1913

★ 5.3

Novel · Modernist literature

Like everybody who is not in love, he imagined that one chose the person whom one loved after endless deliberations and on the strength of various qualities and advantages.

Marcel Proust

In Search of Lost Time · 1921

★ 5.3

Novel · Modernist literature

There is not a woman in the world the possession of whom is as precious as that of the truths which she reveals to us by causing us to suffer.

Marcel Proust

In Search of Lost Time · 1922

★ 4.5

Novel · Modernist literature

When Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in his bed into a gigantic insect.

Franz Kafka

The Metamorphosis · 1915

★ 3.8

Novel · Modernist literature

We don't receive wisdom; we must discover it for ourselves after a journey that no one can take for us or spare us.

Marcel Proust

In Search of Lost Time · 1919

★ 3.8

Novel · Modernist literature

A man of genius makes no mistakes. His errors are volitional and are the portals of discovery.

James Joyce

Ulysses · 1922

★ 3.8

Novel · Modernist literature

The sea... The snotgreen sea, the scrotumtightening sea.

James Joyce

Ulysses · 1922

★ 3.8

Novel · Modernist literature

Shut your eyes and see.

James Joyce

Ulysses · 1922

★ 3.8

Novel · Magazine · Modernist literature

Whatever else is unsure in this stinking dunghill of a world a mother's love is not.

James Joyce

The Egoist · 1915

★ 3.7

Novel · Modernist literature

Thanks to art, instead of seeing one world only, our own, we see that world multiply itself and we have at our disposal as many worlds as there are original artists, worlds more different one from the other than those which revolve in infinite space, worlds which, centuries after the extinction of the fire from which their light first emanated, whether it is called Rembrandt or Vermeer, send us still each one its special radiance.

Marcel Proust

In Search of Lost Time · 1922

★ 3.7

Novel · Modernist literature

Illness is the doctor to whom we pay most heed; to kindness, to knowledge, we make promise only; pain we obey.

Marcel Proust

In Search of Lost Time · 1922

★ 3.6

Play · Modernist literature

They give birth astride of a grave, the light gleams an instant, then it's night once more.

Samuel Beckett

Waiting for Godot · 1953

★ 3.6

Play · Modernist literature

You're on earth, there's no cure for that!

Samuel Beckett

1957

★ 3.6

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