“Be steady and well-ordered in your life so that you can be fierce and original in your work.” — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
My life which I dream will be so beautiful, so poetic, so vast, so filled with love will turn out to be… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
The idea of bringing someone into the world fills me with horror. I would curse myself if I were a father. A… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
“One event sometimes had infinite ramifications and could change the whole settings of a person's life.” — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
“He seriously thought that there is less harm in killing a man than producing a child: in the first case you are… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
“Love, she believed, must come suddenly, with great thunderclaps and bolts of lightening - a hurricane from heaven that drops down on… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
“Love, she felt, ought to come all at once, with great thunderclaps and flashes of lightning; it was like a storm bursting… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
What stops me from taking myself seriously, even though I am essentially a serious person, is that I find myself extremely ridiculous,… — 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
The one way of tolerating existence is to lose oneself in literature as in a perpetual orgy. — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
“How wonderful to find in living creatures the same substance as those which make up minerals. Nevertheless they felt a sort of… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
“But she—her life was cold as a garret whose dormer window looks on the north, and ennui, the silent spider, was weaving… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
“I detest common heroes and moderate feelings, the sort that exist in real life” — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
But the most wretched thing, is it not-is to drag out, as I do, a useless existence. If our pains were only… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
She did not believe that things could remain the same in different places, and since the portion of her life that lay… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
“She was not happy--she never had been. Whence came this insufficiency in life--this instantaneous turning to decay of everything on which she… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
If you participate in life, you don’t see it clearly: you suffer from it too much or enjoy it too much. The… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
“Then they wondered if there were men in the stars. Why not? And as creation is harmonious, the inhabitants of Sirius ought… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
“From time to time, I open a newspaper. Things seem to be proceeding at a dizzying rate. We are dancing not on… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
•"for her, life was as cold as an attic with a window looking to the north, and ennui, like a spider, was… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
Do not imagine you can exorcise what oppresses you in life by giving vent to it in art. — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
The most glorious moments in your life are not the so-called days of success, but rather those days when out of dejection… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
Through small apertures we glimpse abysses whose sombre depths turn us faint. And yet over the whole there hovers an extraordinary tenderness. — 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
