Gustave Flaubert

Born: December 12, 1821

Die: May 8, 1880

Occupation: Writer

Quotes of Gustave Flaubert

Gustave Flaubert

The denigration of those we love always detaches us from them in some degree. Never touch your idols: the gilding will stick to your fingers.

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Gustave Flaubert

Travel makes one modest. You see what a tiny place you occupy in the world.

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Gustave Flaubert

What stops me from taking myself seriously, even though I am essentially a serious person, is that I find myself extremely ridiculous, not in the sense of the small-scale ridiculousness of slap-stick comedy,...

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Gustave Flaubert

The hearts of women are like those little pieces of furniture with secret hiding - places, full of drawers fitted into each other; you go a lot of trouble, break your nails, and in the bottom find some...

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Gustave Flaubert

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 moment, which ended in hate.

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Gustave Flaubert

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 weeks ago...three weeks ago, I was there!' And, little...

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Gustave Flaubert

After the pain of this disappointment her heart once more stood empty, and the succession of identical days began again.

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Gustave Flaubert

[The artist] is like a pump; he has inside him a great pipe that reaches down into the entrails of things, the deepest layers. He sucks up what was lying there below, dim and unnoticed, and brings it...

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Gustave Flaubert

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.

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Gustave Flaubert

Pleasure is found first in anticipation, later in memory.

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Gustave Flaubert

COLD. Healthier than heat.

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Gustave Flaubert

A thing derided is a thing dead; a laughing man is stronger than a suffering man.

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Gustave Flaubert

Boredom, that silent spider, was spinning its web in the darkness in every corner of her heart.

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Gustave Flaubert

Writing history is like drinking an ocean and pissing a cupful.

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Gustave Flaubert

When you reduce a woman to writing, she makes you think of a thousand other women

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Gustave Flaubert

By trying to understand everything, everything makes me dream

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Gustave Flaubert

God is only a word dreamed up to explain the world

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Gustave Flaubert

He dreamed of funeral love, but dreams crumble and the tomb abides

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Gustave Flaubert

He loved the extensive vaults where you could hear the night birds and the sea breeze; he loved the craggy ruins bound together by ivy, those dark halls, and any appearance of death and destruction. Having...

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Gustave Flaubert

I am alone on this road strewn with bones and bordered by ruins! Angels have their brothers, and demons have their infernal companions. Yet I have but the sound of my scythe when it harvests, my whistling...

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Gustave Flaubert

The more you approach infinity, the deeper you penetrate terror

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Gustave Flaubert

There are two infinities that confuse me: the one in my soul devours me; the one around me will crush me

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Gustave Flaubert

We think of women at every age: while still children, we fondle with a naïve sensuality the breasts of those grown-up girls kissing us and cuddling us in their arms; at the age of ten, we dream of love;...

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Gustave Flaubert

I tried to discover, in the rumor of forests and waves, words that other men could not hear, and I pricked up my ears to listen to the revelation of their harmony.

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Gustave Flaubert

Are the days of winter sunshine just as sad for you, too? When it is misty, in the evenings, and I am out walking by myself, it seems to me that the rain is falling through my heart and causing it to crumble...

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Gustave Flaubert

You need a high degree of corruption or a very big heart to love absolutely everything

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Gustave Flaubert

Everyone, either from modesty or egotism, hides away the best and most delicate of his soul’s possessions; to gain the esteem of others, we must only ever show our ugliest sides; this is how we keep...

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Gustave Flaubert

There comes a point at which you stop writing and think all the more

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Gustave Flaubert

Love, she thought, must come suddenly, with great outbursts and lightnings,--a hurricane of the skies, which falls upon life, revolutionises it, roots up the will like a leaf, and sweeps the whole heart...

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Gustave Flaubert

Be orderly and disciplined in daily life, like a good bourgeois, so that I might be wild and violent in my art.

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Gustave Flaubert

It is splendid to be a great writer, to put men into the frying pan of your words and make them pop like chestnuts.

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Gustave Flaubert

What an elder sees sitting; the young can't see standing.

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Gustave Flaubert

He had the vanity to believe men did not like him – while men simply did not know him.

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Gustave Flaubert

Doubt … is an illness that comes from knowledge and leads to madness.

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Gustave Flaubert

I'm absolutely removed from the world at such times...The hours go by without my knowing it. Sitting there I'm wandering in countries I can see every detail of - I'm playing a role in the story I'm reading....

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Gustave Flaubert

Love, to her, was something hat comes suddenly, like a blinding flash of lightening - a heaven-sent storm hurled into life, uprooting it, sweeping every will before it like a leaf, engulfing all feelings.

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Gustave Flaubert

(Egypt) is a great place for contrasts: splendid things gleam in the dust.

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Gustave Flaubert

Come, let’s be calm: no one incapable of restraint was ever a writer.

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Gustave Flaubert

Isn’t ‘not to be bored’ one of the principal goals of life?

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Gustave Flaubert

What wretched poverty of language! To compare stars to diamonds!

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Gustave Flaubert

I go dreaming into the future, where I see nothing, nothing. I have no plans, no idea, no project, and, what is worse, no ambition. Something – the eternal ‘what’s the use?’ – sets its bronze...

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Gustave Flaubert

Better to work for yourself alone. You do as you like and follow your own ideas, you admire yourself and please yourself: isn’t that the main thing? And then the public is so stupid. Besides, who reads?...

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Gustave Flaubert

It is always sad to leave a place to which one knows one will never return. Such are the melancolies du voyage: perhaps they are one of the most rewarding things about traveling.

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Gustave Flaubert

But, in her life, nothing was going to happen. Such was the will of God! The future was a dark corridor, and at the far end the door was bolted.

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Gustave Flaubert

An infinity of passion can be contained in one minute, like a crowd in a small space.

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Gustave Flaubert

One day, I shall explode like an artillery shell and all my bits will be found on the writing table.

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Gustave Flaubert

In my view, the novelist has no right to express his opinions on the things of this world. In creating, he must imitate God: do his job and then shut up.

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Gustave Flaubert

We must laugh and cry, enjoy and suffer, in a word, vibrate to our full capacity … I think that’s what being really human means.

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Gustave Flaubert

My foregrounds are imaginary, my backgrounds real.

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Gustave Flaubert

Stupidity lies in wanting to draw conclusions.

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Gustave Flaubert

I detest my fellow-beings and do not feel that I am their fellow at all

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Gustave Flaubert

It’s hard to communicate anything exactly and that’s why perfect relationships between people are difficult to find.

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Gustave Flaubert

And he beholds the moon; like a rounded fragment of ice filled with motionless light.

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Gustave Flaubert

On certain occasions art can shake very ordinary spirits, and whole worlds can be revealed by its clumsiest interpreters.

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Gustave Flaubert

Abstraction can provide stumbling blocks for people of strange intelligence.

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Gustave Flaubert

It is an excellent habit to look at things as so many symbols.

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Gustave Flaubert

I am an obscure and patient pearl-fisherman who dives into the deepest waters and comes up with empty hands and a blue face. Some fatal attraction draws me down into the abysses of thought, down into those...

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Gustave Flaubert

What an awful thing life is, isn’t it? It’s like soup with lots of hairs floating on the surface. You have to eat it nevertheless.

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Gustave Flaubert

As you get older, the heart shed its leaves like a tree. You cannot hold out against certain winds. Each day tears away a few more leaves; and then there are the storms that break off several branches...

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Gustave Flaubert

I’m dazzled by your facility. In ten days you’ll have written six stories! I don’t understand it… I’m like one of those old aqueducts: there’s so much rubbish cogging up the banks of my thought...

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Gustave Flaubert

If you participate in life, you don’t see it clearly: you suffer from it too much or enjoy it too much. The artist, to my way of thinking, is a monstrosity, something outside nature. All the misfortunes...

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Gustave Flaubert

Exuberance is better than taste.

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Gustave Flaubert

The writer must wade into life as into the sea, but only up to the navel.

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Gustave Flaubert

You don’t make art out of good intentions.

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Gustave Flaubert

The public wants work which flatters its illusions.

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Gustave Flaubert

As humanity perfects itself, man becomes degraded. When everything is reduced to the mere counter-balancing of economic interests, what room will there be for virtue? When Nature has been so subjugated...

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Gustave Flaubert

In her enthusiasms she had always looked for something tangible: she had always loved church for its flowers, music for its romantic words, literature for its power to stir the passions and she rebelled...

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Gustave Flaubert

I am irritated by my own writing. I am like a violinist whose ear is true, but whose fingers refuse to reproduce precisely the sound he hears within.

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Gustave Flaubert

I don't believe that happiness is possible, but I think tranquility is.

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Gustave Flaubert

Women want you to deceive them: they force you to, and if you resist, they blame you.

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Gustave Flaubert

Our ignorance of history causes us to slander our own times. The ordinary person today lives better than a king did a century ago but is ungrateful!

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Gustave Flaubert

What is the beautiful, if not the impossible.

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Gustave Flaubert

Only three things are infinite. The sky in its stars, the sea in its drops of water, and the heart in its tears.

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Gustave Flaubert

Art requires neither complaisance nor politeness; nothing but faith, faith and freedom.

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Gustave Flaubert

Through small apertures we glimpse abysses whose somber depths turn us faint .... Yet over the whole there hovers an extraordinary tenderness.

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Gustave Flaubert

My God, this novel makes me break out in a cold sweat! Do you know how much I've written in five months, since the end of August? Sixty-five pages! Each paragraph is good in itself and there are some pages...

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Gustave Flaubert

May I die like a dog rather than hasten the ripening of a sentence by a single second!

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Gustave Flaubert

Prose is like hair; it shines with combing.

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Gustave Flaubert

It is always sad to leave a place to which one knows one will never return.

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Gustave Flaubert

There are some men whose only mission among others is to act as intermediaries; one crosses them like bridges and keeps going.

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Gustave Flaubert

How we keep these dead souls in our hearts. Each one of us carries within himself his necropolis.

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Gustave Flaubert

Maybe happiness too is a metaphor invented on a day of boredom

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Gustave Flaubert

What baffled him was that there should be all this fuss about something so simple as love.

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Gustave Flaubert

The principal thing in the world is to keep the soul aloft.

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Gustave Flaubert

Of all the icy blasts that blow on love, a request for money is the most chilling.

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Gustave Flaubert

She was as sated with him as he was tired of her. Emma had rediscovered in adultery all the banality of marriage.

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Gustave Flaubert

Years passed; and he endured the idleness of his intelligence and the inertia of his heart.

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Gustave Flaubert

Talent is long patience.

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Gustave Flaubert

A man is a critic when he cannot be an artist, in the same way that a man becomes an informer when he cannot be a soldier.

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Gustave Flaubert

It's a delicious thing to write. To be no longer yourself but to move in an entire universe of your own creating.

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Gustave Flaubert

Whatever the thing you wish to say, there is but one word to express it, but one verb to give it movement, but one adjective to qualify it; you must seek until you find this noun, this verb, this adjective.

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Gustave Flaubert

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 kind of personal advantage from things and she rejected as useless everything...

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Gustave Flaubert

She remembered the heroines of novels she had read, and the lyrical legion of those adulterous women began to sing in her memory with sisterly voices that enchanted her. Now she saw herself as one of those...

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Gustave Flaubert

And indeed, what is better than to sit by one's fireside in the evening with a book, while the wind beats against the window and the lamp is buring?

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Gustave Flaubert

Iced champagne was served, and the feel of the cold wine in her mouth gave Emma a shiver that ran over her from head to toe.

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Gustave Flaubert

Snicker on hearing his name: 'the gentleman who thinks we are descended from the apes.'

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Gustave Flaubert

I have the handicap of being born with a special language to which I alone have the key.

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Gustave Flaubert

You must write for yourself, above all. That is your only hope of creating something beautiful.

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Gustave Flaubert

Sentences must stir in a book like leaves in a forest, each distinct from each despite their resemblance.

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Gustave Flaubert

Me and my books in the same apartment, like a gherkin in its vinegar.

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Gustave Flaubert

She did not believe that things could remain the same in different places, and since the portion of her life that lay behind her had been bad, no doubt that which remained to be lived would be better.

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Gustave Flaubert

She wanted to die, but she also wanted to live in Paris.

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Gustave Flaubert

The most glorious moments in your life are not the so-called days of success, but rather those days when out of dejection and despair you feel rise in you a challenge to life, and the promise of future...

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Gustave Flaubert

A friend who dies, it's something of you who dies.

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Gustave Flaubert

Be regular and orderly in your life, so that you may be violent and original in your work.

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Gustave Flaubert

To be stupid, selfish, and have good health are three requirements for happiness, though if stupidity is lacking, all is lost.

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Gustave Flaubert

The better a work is, the more it attracts criticism; it is like the fleas who rush to jump on white linens.

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Gustave Flaubert

There is no truth. There is only perception.

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Gustave Flaubert

Love is a springtime plant that perfumes everything with its hope, even the ruins to which it clings.

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Gustave Flaubert

I believe that if one always looked at the skies, one would end up with wings.

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Gustave Flaubert

Nothing is more humiliating than to see idiots succeed in enterprises we have failed in.

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Gustave Flaubert

A memory is a beautiful thing, it's almost a desire that you miss.

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Gustave Flaubert

Of all lies, art is the least untrue.

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Gustave Flaubert

Writing is a dog's life, but the only life worth living.

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Gustave Flaubert

The heart, like the stomach, wants a varied diet.

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Gustave Flaubert

Anything becomes interesting if you look at it long enough.

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Gustave Flaubert

Do not read, as children do, to amuse yourself, or like the ambitious, for the purpose of instruction. No, read in order to live.

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Gustave Flaubert

Here is true immorality: ignorance and stupidity; the devil is nothing but this. His name is Legion.

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Gustave Flaubert

Everything one invents is true, you may be perfectly sure of that. Poetry is as precise as geometry.

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Gustave Flaubert

Read in order to live.

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Gustave Flaubert

The artist must be in his work as God is in creation, invisible and all-powerful; one must sense him everywhere but never see him.

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Gustave Flaubert

The art of writing is the art of discovering what you believe.

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Gustave Flaubert

Human speech is like a cracked kettle on which we tap crude rhythms for bears to dance to, while we long to make music that will melt the stars.

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Gustave Flaubert

I love good sense above all, perhaps because I have none.

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Gustave Flaubert

Madame Bovary is myself.

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Gustave Flaubert

One arrives at style only with atrocious effort, with fanatical and devoted stubbornness.

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Gustave Flaubert

Success is a consequence and must not be a goal.

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Gustave Flaubert

The whole dream of democracy is to raise the proletarian to the level of stupidity attained by the bourgeois.

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Gustave Flaubert

I love my work with a frenetic and perverse love, as an ascetic loves the hair shirt which scratches his belly.

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Gustave Flaubert

Judge the goodness of a book by the energy of the punches it has given you. I believe the greatest characteristic of genius, is, above all, force.

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Gustave Flaubert

Our ignorance of history causes us to slander our own times.

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Gustave Flaubert

Stupidity is something unshakable; nothing attacks it without breaking itself against it; it is of the nature of granite, hard and resistant.

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Gustave Flaubert

But the disparaging of those we love always alienates us from them to some extent. We must not touch our idols; the gilt comes off in our hands.

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Gustave Flaubert

I am a man-pen. I feel through the pen, because of the pen.

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Gustave Flaubert

It seems to me that I have always existed and that I possess memories that date back to the Pharaohs.

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Gustave Flaubert

One can be the master of what one does, but never of what one feels.

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Gustave Flaubert

Woman is a vulgar animal from whom man has created an excessively beautiful ideal.

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Gustave Flaubert

I have come to have the firm conviction that vanity is the basis of everything, and finally that what one calls conscience is only inner vanity.

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Gustave Flaubert

Of all possible debauches, traveling is the greatest that I know; that's the one they invented when they got tired of all the others.

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Gustave Flaubert

One mustn't ask apple trees for oranges, France for sun, women for love, life for happiness.

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Gustave Flaubert

Poetry is as precise a thing as geometry.

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Gustave Flaubert

Reality does not conform to the ideal, but confirms it.

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Gustave Flaubert

Happiness is a monstrosity! Punished are those who seek it.

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Gustave Flaubert

I hate that which we have decided to call realism, even though I have been made one of its high priests.

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Gustave Flaubert

One must always hope when one is desperate, and doubt when one hopes.

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Gustave Flaubert

One mustn't always believe that feeling is everything. In the arts, it is nothing without form.

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Gustave Flaubert

One mustn't look at the abyss, because there is at the bottom an inexpressible charm which attracts us.

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Gustave Flaubert

Style is as much under the words as in the words. It is as much the soul as it is the flesh of a work.

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Gustave Flaubert

The author, in his work, must be like God in the Universe, present everywhere and visible nowhere.

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Gustave Flaubert

The cult of art gives pride; one never has too much of it.

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Gustave Flaubert

The faster the word sticks to the thought, the more beautiful is the effect.

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Gustave Flaubert

The future is the worst thing about the present.

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Gustave Flaubert

The more humanity advances, the more it is degraded.

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Gustave Flaubert

The true poet for me is a priest. As soon as he dons the cassock, he must leave his family.

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Gustave Flaubert

You can calculate the worth of a man by the number of his enemies, and the importance of a work of art by the harm that is spoken of it.

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Gustave Flaubert

Oh, if I had been loved at the age of seventeen, what an idiot I would be today. Happiness is like smallpox: if you catch it too soon, it can completely ruin your constitution.

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Gustave Flaubert

Caught up in life, you see it badly. You suffer from it or enjoy it too much. The artist, in my opinion, is a monstrosity, something outside of nature.

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Gustave Flaubert

There are neither good nor bad subjects. From the point of view of pure Art, you could almost establish it as an axiom that the subject is irrelevant, style itself being an absolute manner of seeing things.

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Gustave Flaubert

Coffee: Induces wit. Good only if it comes through Havre. After a big dinner party it is taken standing up. Take it without sugar - very swank: gives the impression you have lived in the East.

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Gustave Flaubert

I will cover you with love when next I see you, with caresses, with ecstasy. I want to gorge you with all the joys of the flesh, so that you faint and die. I want you to be amazed by me, and to confess...

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Gustave Flaubert

What seems to me the highest and the most difficult achievement of Art is not to make us laugh or cry, or to rouse our lust or our anger, but to do as nature does-that is, fill us with wonderment.

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Gustave Flaubert

The only way to avoid being unhappy is to close yourself up in Art and to count for nothing all the rest.

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Gustave Flaubert

There was an air of indifference about them, a calm produced by the gratification of every passion; and through their manners were suave, one could sense beneath them that special brutality which comes...

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Gustave Flaubert

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 her hadn’t come, she supposed she must have been mistaken. And...

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Gustave Flaubert

We swung between madness and suicide ... it was beautiful!

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Gustave Flaubert

Life must be a constant education; one must learn everything, from speaking to dying.

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Gustave Flaubert

As for the piano, the faster her fingers flew over it, the more he marveled. She struck the keys with aplomb and ran from one end of the keyboard to the other without a stop.

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Gustave Flaubert

He was bored now when Emma suddenly began to sob on his breast; and his heart, like the people who can only stand a certain amount of music, became drowsy through indifference to the vibrations of a love...

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Gustave Flaubert

Books aren't made in the way that babies are: they are made like pyramids. There's some long-pondered plan, and then great blocks of stone are placed one on top of the other, and it's back-breaking, sweaty,...

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Gustave Flaubert

What a heavy oar the pen is, and what a strong current ideas are to row in!

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Gustave Flaubert

Let us not kid ourselves; let us remember that literature is of no use whatever, except in the very special case of somebody's wishing to become, of all things, a Professor of Literature.

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Gustave Flaubert

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! Oh no, no, no! May my entire flesh perish and may I transmit to no one the aggravations...

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Gustave Flaubert

For him the universe did not extend beyond the circumference of her petticoat.

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Gustave Flaubert

… Her heart remained empty once more, and the procession of days all alike began again. So they were going to follow one another, like this, in line, always identical, innumerable, bringing nothing!

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Gustave Flaubert

There is not a particle of life which does not bear poetry within it

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Gustave Flaubert

If you knew all the dreams I've dreamed!

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Gustave Flaubert

Sometimes I think I'm liquefying like an old Camembert.

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Gustave Flaubert

I go from exasperation to a state of collapse, then I recover and go from prostration to Fury, so that my average state is one of being annoyed.

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Gustave Flaubert

A superhuman will is needed in order to write, and I am only a man.

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Gustave Flaubert

I have dreamed much and have done very little.

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Gustave Flaubert

How you measure the performance of your managers directly affects the way they act.

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Gustave Flaubert

Always 'duty.' I am sick of the word. They are a lot of old blockheads in flannel vests and of old women with foot-warmers and rosaries who constantly drone into our ears 'Duty, duty!' Ah! by Jove! one's...

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Gustave Flaubert

But the most wretched thing, is it not-is to drag out, as I do, a useless existence. If our pains were only of some use to someone, we should find consolation in the thought of the sacrifice.

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Gustave Flaubert

Beautiful things spoil nothing.

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Gustave Flaubert

The one way of tolerating existence is to lose oneself in literature as in a perpetual orgy.

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Gustave Flaubert

Talent is a long patience, and originality an effort of will and intense observation.

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Gustave Flaubert

One's duty is to feel what is great, cherish the beautiful, and to not accept the conventions of society with the ignominy that it imposes upon us.

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Gustave Flaubert

She was the amoureuse of all the novels, the heroine of all the plays, the vague “she” of all the poetry books.

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Gustave Flaubert

Doesn't it seem to you," asked Madame Bovary, "that the mind moves more freely in the presence of that boundless expanse, that the sight of it elevates the soul and gives rise to thoughts of the infinite...

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Gustave Flaubert

Success as I see it is a result, not a goal.

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Gustave Flaubert

Since you are now studying geometry and trigonometry, I will give you a problem. A ship sails the ocean. It left Boston with a cargo of wool. It grosses 200 tons. It is bound for Le Havre. The mainmast...

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Gustave Flaubert

Thought is the greatest of pleasures —pleasure itself is only imagination—have you ever enjoyed anything more than your dreams?

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Gustave Flaubert

For every bourgeois, in the heat of youth, if only for a day, for a minute, has believed himself capable of immense passions, of heroic enterprises. The most mediocre libertine has dreamed of oriental...

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Gustave Flaubert

What better occupation, really, than to spend the evening at the fireside with a book, with the wind beating on the windows and the lamp burning bright...Haven't you ever happened to come across in a book...

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Gustave Flaubert

You forget everything. The hours slip by. You travel in your chair through centuries you seem seem to see before you, your thoughts are caught up in the story, dallying with the details or following the...

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Gustave Flaubert

The principal thing in this world is to keep one's soul aloft.

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Gustave Flaubert

The rage for wanting to conclude is one of the most deadly and most fruitless manias to befall humanity. Each religion and each philosophy has pretended to have God to itself, to measure the infinite,...

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Gustave Flaubert

Do not imagine you can exorcise what oppresses you in life by giving vent to it in art.

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Gustave Flaubert

[T]he truth is that fullness of soul can sometimes overflow in utter vapidity of language, for none of us can ever express the exact measure of his needs or his thoughts or his sorrows; and human speech...

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Gustave Flaubert

My life which I dream will be so beautiful, so poetic, so vast, so filled with love will turn out to be like everybody else's - monotonous, sensible, stupid.

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Gustave Flaubert

In the dark room a cloud of yellow dust flew from beneath the tool like a scatter of sparks from under the hooves of a galloping horse. The twin wheels turned and hummed. Binet was smiling, his chin down,...

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Gustave Flaubert

I have no use for the kind of God who goes walking in his garden with a stick, sends his friends to live in the bellies of whales, gives up the ghost with a groan and then comes back to life three days...

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Gustave Flaubert

By dint of railing at idiots, one runs the risk of becoming an idiot oneself.

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Gustave Flaubert

He loved a book because it was a book; he loved its odor, its form, its title. What he loved in a manuscript was its old illegible date, the bizarre and strange Gothic characters, the heavy gilding which...

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Gustave Flaubert

I have patience in all things - as far as the antechamber.

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Gustave Flaubert

All you have to do to make something interesting is to look at it long enough.

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Gustave Flaubert

She would have liked not to be alive, or to be always asleep.

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Gustave Flaubert

Everything, even herself, was now unbearable to her. She wished that, taking wing like a bird, she could fly somewhere, far away to regions of purity, and there grow young again.

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Gustave Flaubert

I spent the morning putting in a comma and the afternoon removing it.

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Gustave Flaubert

To be simple is no small matter.

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Gustave Flaubert

A good sentence in prose should be like a good line in poetry, unchangeable, as rhythmic, as sonorous.

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Gustave Flaubert

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 instance, as man and woman, both lover and mistress, I rode in a forest on...

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Gustave Flaubert

That man has missed something who has never left a brothel at sunrise feeling like throwing himself into the river out of pure disgust.

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“Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened.”

― Dr. Seuss