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
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
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
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
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
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
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
Each dream finds at last its form; there is a drink for every thirst, and love for every heart. And there is… — 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
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
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
“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
“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
“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
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
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
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
“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
Love is a springtime plant that perfumes everything with its hope, even the ruins to which it clings. — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share
“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
When you reduce a woman to writing, she makes you think of a thousand other women — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share
Travel makes one modest. You see what a tiny place you occupy in the world. — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share
The writer must wade into life as into the sea, but only up to the navel. — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share
And indeed, what is better than to sit by one's fireside in the evening with a book, while the wind beats against the window… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share
One's existence should be in two parts: one should live like a bourgeois and think like a demigod. — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share
Emma was no asleep, she was pretending to be asleep; and, while he was dozing off at her side, she lay awake, dreaming other… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share
