All Gustave Flaubert Quotes
- To be simple is no small matter. Inspirational
- A good sentence in prose should be like a good line in poetry, unchangeable, as rhythmic, as sonorous. Good
- It is a delicious thing to write, to be no longer yourself but to move in an entire universe of your own creating. Today, for… Afternoon
- The hearts of women are like those little pieces of furniture with secret hiding - places, full of drawers fitted into each other; you go… Bottom
- And the more he was irritated by her basic personality, the more he was drawn to her by a harsh, bestial sensuality, illusions of a… Basic
- Remembering the ball became for Emma a daily occupation. Every time Wednesday came round, she told herself when she woke up: 'Ah! One week ago...two… Ago
- After the pain of this disappointment her heart once more stood empty, and the succession of identical days began again. Began
- Emma was no asleep, she was pretending to be asleep; and, while he was dozing off at her side, she lay awake, dreaming other dreams. Asleep
- •"for her, life was as cold as an attic with a window looking to the north, and ennui, like a spider, was silently spinning its… Attic
- Only three things are infinite. The sky in its stars, the sea in its drops of water, and the heart in its tears. Drops
- There are some men whose only mission among others is to act as intermediaries; one crosses them like bridges and keeps going. Act
- How we keep these dead souls in our hearts. Each one of us carries within himself his necropolis. Carries
- Years passed; and he endured the idleness of his intelligence and the inertia of his heart. Endured
- She loved the sea for its storms alone, cared for vegetation only when it grew here and there among ruins. She had to extract a… Advantage
- She wanted to die, but she also wanted to live in Paris. Die
- Before her marriage she had thought that she had love within her grasp; but since the happiness which she had expected this love to bring… Beautiful
- The idea of bringing someone into the world fills me with horror. I would curse myself if I were a father. A son of mine!… Aggravation
- For him the universe did not extend beyond the circumference of her petticoat. Beyond
- … Her heart remained empty once more, and the procession of days all alike began again. So they were going to follow one another, like… Alike
- She was the amoureuse of all the novels, the heroine of all the plays, the vague “she†of all the poetry books. All