Despair Quote by Gustave Flaubert Download Open image ““Having no intercourse with anyone, she lived in the torpid state of a sleep-walker.”” — Gustave Flaubert ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.4 out of 5 (6 ratings) Copy quoteShare Despair Sleep
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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
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Love is a springtime plant that perfumes everything with its hope, even the ruins to which it clings. — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
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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
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