The one way of tolerating existence is to lose oneself in literature as in a perpetual orgy. — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
“The morality of art consists, for everyone, in the side that flatters its own interests. People do not like literature.” — 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
Let us not kid ourselves; let us remember that literature is of no use whatever, except in the very special case of… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
“Haven't you ever happened to come across in a book some vague notion that you've had, some obscure idea that returns from… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
“So long as there is gold underneath, who cares about the dust on top? Literature! That old whore! We must try to… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
The style, which is something I take to heart, is getting on my nerves horribly. It frustrates and torments me. I have… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
“Never have things of the spirit counted for so little. Never has hatred for everything great been so manifest – disdain for… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
In her enthusiasms she had always looked for something tangible: she had always loved church for its flowers, music for its romantic… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
There are in me, in literary terms, two distinct characters: one who is taken with roaring, with lyricism, with soaring aloft, with… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
“To return to antiquity [in literature]: that has been done. To return to the Middle Ages: that too has been done. Remains… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
I took Eugene Sue's Arthur from the reading-room. It's indescribable, enough to make you vomit. You have to read this to realize… — 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
![“To return to antiquity [in literature]: that has been done. To return to the Middle Ages: that too has been done. Remains the present day. But the ground is shaky: so where can you set the foundations? An answer to this question must be found if one is to produce anything vital and hence lasting…” quote by Gustave Flaubert](https://sms4smile.com/quotes/img-quotes/5fb/gustave-flaubert-354_books_to-return-to-antiquity-in-literature-tha_2381872.jpg)
