Caught up in life, you see it badly. You suffer from it or enjoy it too much. The artist, in my opinion,… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
“How she listened, the first time, to the sonorous lamentations of romantic melancholia echoing out across heaven and earth! If her childhood… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
What seems to me the highest and the most difficult achievement of Art is not to make us laugh or cry, or… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
“Such killings were part of the natural order of things, an inevitable consequence of belonging to a royal household.” — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
Stupidity is something unshakable; nothing attacks it without breaking itself against it; it is of the nature of granite, hard and resistant. — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
What seems beautiful to me, what I should like to write, is a book about nothing, a book dependent on nothing external,… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
“But for the man who watches the leaves trembling in the wind’s breath, the rivers meandering through the meadows, life twisting and… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
“If there is on earth, and among all these things of nothing, a belief worthy of adoration, if there is anything holy,… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
“The artist, to my way of thinking, is a monstrosity, something outside nature.” — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
“[Hers] was an existence between heaven and earth... beyond her stretched as far as the eye could see... an immense space of… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
“Amongst those who go to sea there are the navigators who discover new worlds, adding continents to the earth and stars to… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
What I would like to write is a book about nothing, a book without exterior attachments, which would be held together by… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
“At other times, at the edge of a wood, especially at dusk, the trees themselves would assume strange shapes: sometimes they were… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
The great natures which are good, are above everything generous and don't begrudge the giving of themselves. — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
“He had carefully avoided her out of the natural cowardice that characterizes the stronger sex.” — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
“...and the country is like a great unfolded mantle with a green velvet cape bordered with a fringe of silver.” — 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
“People believe a little too easily that the function of the sun is to help the cabbages along.” — 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
