It is always sad to leave a place to which one knows one will never return. — 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
I spent the morning putting in a comma and the afternoon removing it. — 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
“But vilifying those we love always alienates us from them to a certain extent. Idols should not be touched: the gilding comes… — 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
“But vilifying those we love always detaches us from them a little. We should not touch our idols: their gilding will remain… — 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
“...but now the love of Charles for Emma seemed to her a desertion from her tenderness, an encroachment upon what was hers,… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
Before her marriage she had thought that she had love within her grasp; but since the happiness which she had expected this… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
I had, as I told you, a great passion while still almost a child. When it was over, I divided myself in… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
“It is a delightful thing to write, to cease to be oneself, to flow through the whole creation of which one speaks.… — 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
