“And she felt as though she had been there, on that bench, for an eternity. For an infinity of passion can be… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
But some day sooner or later our passion would have cooled - inevitably - it's the way with everything human. — 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
A man, at least, is free; he can explore every passion, every land, overcome obstacles, taste the most distant pleasures. But a… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
An infinity of passion can be contained in one minute, like a crowd in a small space. — 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
Le charme de la nouveaute , peu a' peu tombant comme un ve" t ement, laissait voir a' nu l'e ternelle monotonie… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
“I refuse to consider Art a drain-pipe for passion, a kind of chamberpot, a slightly more elegant substitute for gossip and confidences.… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
“Well," he said, "don't you know that there are souls forever in torment? They must have alternate dream and action, the purest… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
There was an air of indifference about them, a calm produced by the gratification of every passion; and through their manners were… — 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
For every bourgeois, in the heat of youth, if only for a day, for a minute, has believed himself capable of immense… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
But an infinity of passions can be contained in a minute, like a crowd in a tiny space. — 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
