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 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
The writer must wade into life as into the sea, but only up to the navel. — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
One's existence should be in two parts: one should live like a bourgeois and think like a demigod. — 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
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
Put all your rage and madness into your work and live as orderly a life as possible. — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
Be orderly and disciplined in daily life, like a good bourgeois, so that I might be wild and violent in my art. — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
“At last she sighed. "But the most wretched thing — is it not? — is to drag out, as I do, a… — 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
One mustn't ask apple trees for oranges, France for sun, women for love, life for happiness. — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
“It would have been better to do what everyone else does, neither taking life too seriously nor seeing it as merely grotesque,… — 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
I have no use for the kind of God who goes walking in his garden with a stick, sends his friends to… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
“But for the man who watches the leaves trembling in the wind’s breath, the rivers meandering through the meadows, life twisting and… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
Love, she thought, must come suddenly, with great outbursts and lightnings,--a hurricane of the skies, which falls upon life, revolutionises it, roots… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
“An overwhelming curiosity makes me ask myself what their lives might be like. I want to know what they do, where they're… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
Through small apertures we glimpse abysses whose somber depths turn us faint .... Yet over the whole there hovers an extraordinary tenderness. — 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
One never tires of what is well written, style is life! It is the very blood of thought! — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
“This was how they wished they had been: each was creating an ideal into which he was now fitting his past life.” — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
There is not a particle of life which does not bear poetry within it — 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
“[Hers] was an existence between heaven and earth... beyond her stretched as far as the eye could see... an immense space of… — 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
