“His eagerness had turned into a routine; he embraced her at the same time every day. It was a habit like any… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
Women want you to deceive them: they force you to, and if you resist, they blame you. — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
“She thought, sometimes, that, after all, this was the happiest time of her life—the honeymoon, as people called it. To taste the… — 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
“His wife had been wild about him at first; she had treated him with an amorous servility that had turned him against… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
She was as sated with him as he was tired of her. Emma had rediscovered in adultery all the banality of marriage. — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
“Then he remembered his wedding, the old times, the first pregnancy of his wife; he, too, had been very happy the day… — 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
