“A los ídolos no hay que tocarlos: se queda el dorado en las manos.” — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
“A la fi, pensarien a situar-la: li trobarien algun xicot de posició assegurada; la faria feliç.” — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
“No hay que tocar a los ídolos: su dorado se nos queda en las manos” — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
“La finestra, a províncies, substitueix els teatres i el passeig.” — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
“Non leggete, come fanno i bambini, per divertirvi, o, come fanno gli ambiziosi per istruirvi. No, leggete per vivere.” — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
“I no em vull referir a aquesta intel·ligència superficial, ornament balder dels esperits ociosos, ans a aquesta intel·ligència profunda i modera que… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
“Posseïa aquella bellesa indefinible que resulta de la joia, de l'entusiasme, de l'èxit, i que no és sinó una conjunció harmoniosa de… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
“Arribà a persuadir-se fàcilment que la passió de Charles no tenia res d'exorbitant. Les seves expansions havien esdevingut regulars;la besava a hores… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
“Dar cum sa vorbesti despre un rau care nu poate fi descris,care isi schimba infatisarea ca norii, care se involbureaza ca vantul?” — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
“No lean, como hacen los niños, para divertirse o, como los ambiciosos, para instruirse. No, lean para vivir.” — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
“Embora ele estivesse separado dela, não a tinha abandonado, estava ali, e as paredes da casa pareciam guardar a sombra dele.” — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
“No tempo da sra. Dubuc, a velha senhora se sentia ainda como a preferida; mas, agora, o amor de Charles por Emma… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
“Pentru el, universul nu era mai mare decat circumferinta matasoasa a fustei ei; isi reprosa ca n-o iubeste, i se facea dor… — 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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
Love is a springtime plant that perfumes everything with its hope, even the ruins to which it clings. — 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 the shadows,… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
When you reduce a woman to writing, she makes you think of a thousand other women — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
Travel makes one modest. You see what a tiny place you occupy in the world. — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
A superhuman will is needed in order to write, and I am only a man. — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
The writer must wade into life as into the sea, but only up to the navel. — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
