Human speech is like a cracked cauldron on which we bang out tunes that make bears dance, when what we want is… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
“No one, ever, can give the exact measure of his needs, his apprehensions, or his sorrows; and human speech is like a… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
It’s hard to communicate anything exactly and that’s why perfect relationships between people are difficult to find. — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
“Charles's conversation was commonplace as a street pavement, and everyone's ideas trooped through it in their everyday garb, without exciting emotion, laughter,… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
“The most exaggerated speeches usually hid the weakest of feelings - as though the fullness of the soul did not overflow into… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
“Because lascivious or venal lips had murmured the same words to him, he now had little belief in their sincerity when he… — gustave flaubert Copy Share Image
“Had they nothing else to say to one another? More serious communications were, to be sure, passing between their eyes. As they… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
“...as if the fullness of the soul did not sometimes overflow in the emptiest metaphors, since no one can ever give the… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
“as though the soul’s abundance does not sometimes spill over in the most decrepit metaphors, since no one can ever give the… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
[T]he truth is that fullness of soul can sometimes overflow in utter vapidity of language, for none of us can ever express… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
“Charles’ conversation was as flat as a street pavement, on which everybody’s ideas trudged past, in their workaday dress, provoking no emotion,… — 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
Human speech is like a cracked kettle on which we tap crude rhythms for bears to dance to, while we long to… — 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