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Swann’s Way

Book by Marcel Proust · 23 quotes · Love, Pleasure, Jealousy

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“It was not only Odette's indifference, however, that he must take pains to circumvent; it was also, not infrequently, his own; feeling that, since Odette had had every facility for seeing him, she seemed no longer to have very much to say to him when they did meet, he was afraid lest the manner - at once trivial, monotonous, and seemingly unalterable - which she now adopted when they were together should ultimately destroy in him that romantic hope, that a day might come when she would make avowal of her passion, by which hope alone he had become and would remain her lover.”

“زنی که این اندازه رنجش می‌داد نه تنها کمتر که برعکس، هرچه بیشتر برایش عزیز می‌شد، انگار که همراه با هرچه بالاتر گرفتن درد، ارزش نوشدارو، ارزش داروی آرام‌بخشی هم که تنها در دست اودت بود فزونی می‌یافت. سوان می‌خواست بیشتر تیمارش کند، آن گونه که برای بیماری‌ای که ناگهان دریابی از آنچه بوده وخیم‌تر است.”

“اگر هم بتوانیم آرزو کنیم کارهای کسی که تاکنون رنجمان داده است از تهِ دل نبوده باشد، [...] باید بپرسیم که کردار فردای آن کس چه خواهد بود؟ این گفته‌های تازه به گوش عشق من می‌رسید؛ به او می‌باورانید که فردا فرقی با روزهای گذشته نخواهد داشت و احساس ژیلبرت به من کهنه‌تر از آن است که تغییر کند، احساس بی‌اعتنایی است، و در دوستی من و ژیلبرت تنها منم که عشق می‌ورزم! و عشقم در پاسخ می‌گفت: «درست است، دیگر با این دوستی هیچ کاری نمی‌شود کرد، دگرگون نخواهد شد.»”

“[سوان] به خود می‌گفت: «واقعا پیشرفت محسوس است؛ خوب که به قضیه دقیق می‌شوم، می‌بینم که دیروز از بودن با او تقریبا هیچ لذت نمی‌بردم: عجیب است که حتی به نظرم زشت می‌رسید.» و البته راست می‌گفت، اما عشقش از محدوده‌ی تمنای بدنی بسیار فراتر می‌رفت. دیگر خود وجود اودت در آن چندان جایی نداشت.”

“فردای آن روز [سوان] به خود می‌گفت: «واقعا پیشرفت محسوس است؛ خوب که به قضیه دقیق می‌شوم، می‌بینم که دیروز از بودن با او تقریبا هیچ لذت نمی‌بردم: عجیب است که حتی به نظرم زشت می‌رسید.» و البته راست می‌گفت، اما عشقش از محدوده‌ی تمنای بدنی بسیار فراتر می‌رفت. دیگر خود وجود اودت در آن چندان جایی نداشت.”

“He could see her, but dared not remain for fear of annoying her by seeming to be spying upon the pleasures which she tasted in other company, pleasures which - while he drove home in utter loneliness, and went to bed, as anxiously as I myself was to go to bed, some years later, on the evenings when he came to dine with us at Combray - seemed illimitable to him since he had not been able to see their end.”

“In his younger days a man dreams of possessing the heart of the woman he loves; later, the feeling that he possesses the heart of a woman may be enough to make him fall in love with her. And 50, at an age when it would appear - since one seeks in love before everything else a subjective pleasure - that the taste for feminine beauty must play the larger part in its procreation, love may come into being, love of the most physical order, without any foundation in desire. At this time of life a man has already been wounded more than once by the darts of love; it no longer evolves by itself, obeying its own incomprehensible and fatal laws, before his passive and astonished heart. We come to its aid; we falsify it by memory and by suggestion; recognising one of its symptoms we recall and recreate the rest.”

“Among all the modes by which love is brought into being, among all the agents which disseminate that blessed bane, there are few so efficacious as this gust of feverish agitation that sweeps over us from time to time. For then the die is cast, the person whose company we enjoy at that moment is the person we shall henceforward love. It is not even necessary for that person to have attracted us, up till then, more than or even as much as others. All that was needed was that our predilection should become exclusive. And that condition is fulfilled when — in this moment of deprivation — the quest for the pleasures we enjoyed in his or her company is suddenly replaced by an anxious, torturing need, whose object is the person alone, an absurd, irrational need which the laws of this world make it impossible to satisfy and difficult to assuage — the insensate, agonising need to possess exclusively.”

“He made what apology he could and hurried home, overjoyed that the satisfaction of his curiosity had preserved their love intact, and that, having feigned for so long, when in Odette's company, a sort of indifference, he had not now, by a demonstration of jealousy, given her that proof of the excess of his own passion which, in a pair of lovers, fully and finally dispenses the recipient from the obligation to love the other enough. He never spoke to her of this misadventure, he cased even to think of it himself. But now and then his thoughts in their wandering course would come upon this memory where it lay unobserved, would startle it into life, thrust it more deeply down into his consciousness, and leave him aching with a sharp, far-rooted pain.”

“He went farther; agonised by the reflection, at the moment when it passed by him, so near and yet so infinitely remote, that, while it was addressed to their ears, it knew them not, he would regret, almost, that it had a meaning of its own, an intrinsic and unalterable beauty, foreign to themselves, just as in the jewels given to us, or even in the letters written to us by a woman with whom we are in love, we find fault with the 'water' of a stone, or with the words of a sentence because they are not fashioned exclusively from the spirit of a fleeting intimacy and of a 'lass unaparalleled.”

“He suffered greatly from being shut up among all these people whose stupidity and absurdities wounded him all the more cruelly since, being ignorant of his love, incapable, had they known of it, of taking any interest, or of doing more than smile at it as at some childish joke, or deplore it as an act of insanity, they made it appear to him in the aspect of a subjective state which existed for himself alone, whose reality there was nothing external to confirm; he suffered overwhelmingly, to the point at which even the sound of the instruments made him want to cry, from having to prolong his exile in this place to which Odette would never come, in which no one, nothing was aware of her existence, from which she was entirely absent.”