Saturday, March 14, 2015

Time Lost and Regained

Memory is a way of holding onto the things we once loved and we never want to lose. How often have we felt the need to go back in time to examine where we have come from and where we are going to? Don't we all need to figure out what we have done so far and where our journeys have brought us now? 

To live means to perceive and acknowledge the different conflicting stages of our lives. Each one of us might have experienced some kind of loss: loss of loved ones, loss of friendship or some material loss. Regaining our lost time is to remember with patience, with clarity and with quietness of the heart. Regaining our lost time is to learn, grow and change. The challenge of life is to overcome our problems, to look back with gratefulness and forward with positiveness.

This post depicts our lives dynamics through some selected quotations from Marcel Proust (1871-1922).

Remembrance 



Artwork by Henri Lebasque
“Remembrance of things past is not necessarily the remembrance of things as they were.” ― Marcel Proust



 artwork by August Macke
“Time, which changes people, does not alter the image we have of them.” ― Marcel Proust



Cliffs and Sailboats at Pourville by Claude Monet
“The true paradises are the paradises that we have lost.” ― Marcel Proust

The Suffering


artwork by Pablo Picasso
“It is often hard to bear the tears that we ourselves have caused.” ― Marcel Proust

The Healing Process


artwork by Pablo Picasso
“We are healed of a suffering only by experiencing it to the full.” ― Marcel Proust




Lessons Learned



Autumn Contemplation by Lynn Sanguedolce
“The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes.” ― Marcel Proust




Artwork by Henri Lebasque
“Let us be grateful to the people who make us happy; they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.” ― Marcel Proust




The Cliff Walk by Claude Monet
“Always try to keep a patch of sky above your life.” ― Marcel Proust

Fir Trees by Emile Nolde
“Now are the woods all black,
But still the sky is blue.”― Marcel Proust