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
“Open them, weak yet proud man, pitiful ant that struggles to crawl over its speck of dust! You declare yourself free and… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
“I grew up in a hospital and as a child I played in the dissecting room” — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
After a person dies, there is always something like a feeling of stupefaction, so difficult is it to comprehend this unexpected advent… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
He loved the extensive vaults where you could hear the night birds and the sea breeze; he loved the craggy ruins bound… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
Life must be a constant education; one must learn everything, from speaking to dying. — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
Once one has kissed a cadaver's forehead, there always remains something of it on the lips, an infinite bitterness, an aftertasteof nothingness… — 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
