Writing this book I am like a man playing the piano with lead balls attached to his knuckles. — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
“He had carefully avoided her out of the natural cowardice that characterizes the stronger sex.” — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
For some men, the stronger their desire, the more difficult it is for them to act. — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
He had the vanity to believe men did not like him – while men simply did not know him. — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
It is splendid to be a great writer, to put men into the frying pan of your words and make them pop… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
A thing derided is a thing dead; a laughing man is stronger than a suffering man. — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
There are some men whose only mission among others is to act as intermediaries; one crosses them like bridges and keeps going. — 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
That man has missed something who has never left a brothel at sunrise feeling like throwing himself into the river out of… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
I tried to discover, in the rumor of forests and waves, words that other men could not hear, and I pricked up… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
“Indeed, for the last three years, he had carefully avoided her, as a result of the natural cowardice so characteristic of the… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
A man is a critic when he cannot be an artist, in the same way that a man becomes an informer when… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
A man, at least, is free; he can explore every passion, every land, overcome obstacles, taste the most distant pleasures. But a… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
It is a delicious thing to write, to be no longer yourself but to move in an entire universe of your own… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
Ah! In fact there are two moralities ... The petty one, the conventional one, the one devised by men, that keeps changing… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
DOCTOR. Always preceded by 'The good'. Among men, in familiar conversation, 'Oh! balls, doctor!' Is a wizard when he enjoys your confidence,… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
As humanity perfects itself, man becomes degraded. When everything is reduced to the mere counter-balancing of economic interests, what room will there… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
We think of women at every age: while still children, we fondle with a naïve sensuality the breasts of those grown-up girls… — 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
