Each dream finds at last its form; there is a drink for every thirst, and love for every heart. And there is… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
Through small apertures we glimpse abysses whose sombre depths turn us faint. And yet over the whole there hovers an extraordinary tenderness. — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
What an awful thing life is, isn’t it? It’s like soup with lots of hairs floating on the surface. You have to… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
And so I will take back up my poor life, so plain and so tranquil, where phrases are adventures and the only… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
•"for her, life was as cold as an attic with a window looking to the north, and ennui, like a spider, was… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
“Be selfish, stupid and have good health. But if stupidity is lacking, then all is lost." Flaubert's dictum for getting through life… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
Caught up in life, you see it badly. You suffer from it or enjoy it too much. The artist, in my opinion,… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
But, in her life, nothing was going to happen. Such was the will of God! The future was a dark corridor, and… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
“that incongruity of common and elegant in which the habitually vulgar think they see the revelation of an eccentric existence, of the… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
I invite all brats to throw their cookies at the baker's head if they're not sweet, winos to chuck their wine if… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
“But she—her life was cold as a garret whose dormer window looks on the north, and ennui, the silent spider, was weaving… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
“I lead a bitter life, devoid of all external joy and in which I have nothing to keep me going but a… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
Love, to her, was something hat comes suddenly, like a blinding flash of lightening - a heaven-sent storm hurled into life, uprooting… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
“But her life was as cold as an attic facing north; and boredom, like a silent spider, was weaving its web in… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
Noble characters and pure affections and happy scenes are very comforting things. They're a refuge from life's disillusionments. — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
As for the piano, the faster her fingers flew over it, the more he marveled. She struck the keys with aplomb and ran from… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share
Caught up in life, you see it badly. You suffer from it or enjoy it too much. The artist, in my opinion, is a… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share
“When one does something, one must do it wholly and well. Those bastard existences where you sell suet all day and write poetry at… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share
Love is a springtime plant that perfumes everything with its hope, even the ruins to which it clings. — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share
“But her life was as cold as an attic facing north; and boredom, like a silent spider, was weaving its web in the shadows,… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share
When you reduce a woman to writing, she makes you think of a thousand other women — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share
Travel makes one modest. You see what a tiny place you occupy in the world. — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share
The writer must wade into life as into the sea, but only up to the navel. — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share
And indeed, what is better than to sit by one's fireside in the evening with a book, while the wind beats against the window… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share
One's existence should be in two parts: one should live like a bourgeois and think like a demigod. — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share
Emma was no asleep, she was pretending to be asleep; and, while he was dozing off at her side, she lay awake, dreaming other… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share
