“But what was making her unhappy? Where was the extraordinary catastrophe that had wrecked her life?She raised her head and looked around,… — 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
“At last she sighed. "But the most wretched thing — is it not? — is to drag out, as I do, a… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
We must laugh and cry, enjoy and suffer, in a word, vibrate to our full capacity … I think that’s what being… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
I am finding it very hard to get my novel started. I suffer from stylistic abscesses; and sentences keep itching without coming… — 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
One must laugh and weep, love, work, enjoy and suffer, in short vibrate as much as possible in all his being. — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
If you participate in life, you don’t see it clearly: you suffer from it too much or enjoy it too much. The… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
A thing derided is a thing dead; a laughing man is stronger than a suffering man. — 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
