When you reduce a woman to writing, she makes you think of a thousand other women — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
One's existence should be in two parts: one should live like a bourgeois and think like a demigod. — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
The finest works of art are those in which there is the least matter. The closer expression comes to thought, the more… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
I don't believe that happiness is possible, but I think tranquility is. — 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 will cover you with love when next I see you, with caresses, with ecstasy. I want to gorge you with all… — 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
Snicker on hearing his name: 'the gentleman who thinks we are descended from the apes.' — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
There comes a point at which you stop writing and think all the more — 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
We think of women at every age: while still children, we fondle with a naïve sensuality the breasts of those grown-up girls… — 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
