Souvent, en regardant le soleil, je me suis dit « Pourquoi viens-tu chaque jour éclairer tant de souffrances, découvrir tant de douleurs, présider à tant de sottes misères ? »
Gustave Flaubertyou must - do you hear me, young man? - you must work more than you are doing!
Gustave FlaubertTags: de-maupassant
Accustomed to the calm aspects of things, she turned, instead, toward the more tumultuous. She loved the sea only for its storms, and greenery only when it grew up here and there among ruins. She needed to derive from things a sort of personal gain; and she rejected as useless everything that did not contribute to the immediate gratification of her heart, — being by temperament more sentimental than artistic, in search of emotions and not landscapes.
Gustave FlaubertIt is a delicious thing to write, whether well or badly - to be no longer yourself but to move in an entire universe of your own creating.
Gustave FlaubertDeslauriers, qui couchait dans le cabinet au bois, près de la fontaine, poussait un long bâillement. Frédéric s'asseyait au pied de son lit. D'abord il parlait du dîner, puis il racontait mille détails insignifiants, où il voyait des marques de mépris ou d'affection. Une fois, par exemple, elle avait refusé son bras, pour prendre celui de Dittmer, et Frédéric se désolait.
- Ah ! quelle bêtise!
Ou bien elle l'avait appelé son "ami".
- Vas-y gaiement, alors!
- Mais je n'ose pas, disait Frédéric.
- Eh bien, n'y pense plus. Bonsoir.
It is splendid to be a great writer, to put men into the frying pan of your imagination and make them pop like chestnuts.
Gustave FlaubertNo one, ever, can give the exact measure of his needs, his apprehensions, or his sorrows; and human speech is like a cracked cauldron on which we bang out tunes that make bears dance, when we want to move the stars to pity.
Gustave FlaubertIt seemed to her that certain parts of the world must produce happiness as they produced peculiar plants which will flourish nowhere else.
Gustave FlaubertTags: happiness
Charles’ conversation was as flat as a street pavement, on which everybody’s ideas trudged past, in their workaday dress, provoking no emotion, no laughter, no dreams.
Gustave FlaubertTags: ahhh
Not a lawyer but carries within him the debris of a poet.
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