01UndatedI 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.Gustave Flaubert / quote ↗
02UndatedPeople believe a little too easily that the function of the sun is to help the cabbages along.Gustave Flaubert / quote ↗
03Undated...and the country is like a great unfolded mantle with a green velvet cape bordered with a fringe of silver.Gustave Flaubert / quote ↗
04UndatedShe was as sated with him as he was tired of her. Emma had rediscovered in adultery all the banality of marriage.Gustave Flaubert / quote ↗
05UndatedBefore marriage she thought hserself in love; but the happiness that should have followed this love not having come, she must, she thought, have been mistaken. And Emma tried to find out what one meant exactly in life by the words felicity, passion, rapture, that had seemed to her so beautiful in books.Gustave Flaubert / quote ↗
06UndatedOf all the icy blasts that blow on love, a request for money is the most chilling.Gustave Flaubert / quote ↗
07UndatedFinancial demands, of all the rough winds that blow upon our love, (are) quite the coldest and the most biting.Gustave Flaubert / quote ↗
08UndatedAre 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 into ruins.Gustave Flaubert / quote ↗
09UndatedAs 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 at one go. And while nature’s greenery grows back again in the spring, that of the heart never grows back.Gustave Flaubert / quote ↗
10UndatedContact with the world, with which I have been steadily rubbing shoulders now for fourteen months, makes me feel more and more like returning to my shell. I hate the crowd, the herd. It seems to me always atrociously stupid or vile.Gustave Flaubert / quote ↗
11UndatedAnd she felt as though she had been there, on that bench, for an eternity. For an infinity of passion can be contained in one minute, like a crowd in a small space.Gustave Flaubert / quote ↗
12UndatedMotionless we traverse countries we fancy we see, and your thought, blending with the fiction, playing with the details, follows the outline of the adventures. It mingles with the characters, and it seems as if it were yourself palpitating beneath their costumes.Gustave Flaubert / quote ↗
13UndatedEveryone rushes wherever his instincts impel him, the populace swarms like insects over a corpse, poets pass by without having the time to sculpt their thoughts, hardly have they scribbled their ideas down on sheets of paper than the sheets are blown away; everything glitters and everything resounds in this masquerade, beneath its ephemeral royalties and its cardboard scepters, gold flows, wine cascades, cold debauchery lifts her skirts and jigs around…horror! horror! and then there hangs over it all a veil that each one grabs part of to hide himself the best he can. Derision! Horror – horror!Gustave Flaubert / quote ↗
14UndatedOne's duty is to feel what is great, cherish the beautiful, and not accept all the conventions of society with the ignominy that it imposes upon us.Gustave Flaubert / quote ↗
15UndatedOn certain occasions art can shake very ordinary spirits, and whole worlds can be revealed by its clumsiest interpreters.Gustave Flaubert / quote ↗
16UndatedSometimes I don’t understand why my arms don’t drop from my body with fatigue, why my brain doesn’t melt away. I am leading an austere life, stripped of all external pleasure, and am sustained only by a kind of permanent frenzy, which sometimes makes me weep tears of impotence but never abates. I love my work with a love that is frantic and perverted, as an ascetic loves the hair shirt that scratches his belly. Sometimes, when I am empty, when words don’t come, when I find I haven’t written a single sentence after scribbling whole pages, I collapse on my couch and lie there dazed, bogged down in a swamp of despair, hating myself and blaming myself for this demented pride that makes me pant after a chimera. A quarter of an hour later, everything has changed; my heart is pounding with joy.Gustave Flaubert / quote ↗
17UndatedAlas! It seems to me that when one is as good as this at dissecting children who are to born, one can’t stiffen up enough to create them.Gustave Flaubert / quote ↗
18UndatedThe world is going to become bloody stupid and from now on will be a very boring place. We’re lucky to be living now.Gustave Flaubert / quote ↗
19UndatedSo long as there is gold underneath, who cares about the dust on top? Literature! That old whore! We must try to dose her with mercury and pills and clean her out from top to bottom, she has been so ultra-screwed by filthy pricks!Gustave Flaubert / quote ↗
20UndatedTo return to antiquity [in literature]: that has been done. To return to the Middle Ages: that too has been done. Remains the present day. But the ground is shaky: so where can you set the foundations? An answer to this question must be found if one is to produce anything vital and hence lasting. All this disturbs me so much that I no longer like to be spoken to about it.Gustave Flaubert / quote ↗
21UndatedBeneath beautiful appearances I search out ugly depths, and beneath ignoble surfaces I probe for the hidden mines of devotion and virtue. It's a relatively benign mania, which enables you to see something new in a place where you would not have expected to find it.Gustave Flaubert / quote ↗
22UndatedI 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 barrier across every avenue that I open up in the realm of hypothesis.Gustave Flaubert / quote ↗
23UndatedLeon was weary of loving without any result; moreover he was beginning to feel that depression caused by the repetition of the same kind of life, when no interest inspires and no hope sustains it. He was so bored with Yonville and its inhabitants, that the sight of certain persons, of certain houses, irritated him beyond endurance; and the chemist, good fellow though he was, was becoming absolutely unbearable to him. Yet the prospect of a new condition of life frightened as much as it seduced him.Gustave Flaubert / quote ↗
24UndatedDeep in her soul, however, she was waiting for something to happen. Like a sailor in distress, she would gaze out over the solitude of her life with desperate eyes, seeking some white sail in the mists of the far-off horizon. She did not know what this chance event would be, what wind would drive it to her, what shore it would carry her to, whether it was a longboat or a three-decked vessel, loaded with anguish or filled with happiness up to the portholes. But each morning, when she awoke, she hoped it would arrive that day, and she would listen to every sound, spring to her feet, feel surprised that it had not come; then at sunset, always more sorrowful, she would wish the next day were already there.Gustave Flaubert / quote ↗