Marcel Proust Quote

There is in this world in which everything wears out, everything perishes, one thing that crumbles into dust, that destroys itself still more completely, leaving behind still fewer traces of itself than Beauty: namely Grief.


Remembrance of things Past Cities of the Plain The Captive The Sweet Cheat Gone (ed. 1932)


There is in this world in which everything wears out, everything perishes, one thing that crumbles into dust, that destroys itself still more...

There is in this world in which everything wears out, everything perishes, one thing that crumbles into dust, that destroys itself still more...

There is in this world in which everything wears out, everything perishes, one thing that crumbles into dust, that destroys itself still more...

There is in this world in which everything wears out, everything perishes, one thing that crumbles into dust, that destroys itself still more...