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.
Gustave FlaubertStyle is as much under the words as in the words. It is as much the soul as it is the flesh of a work.
Gustave FlaubertThe 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 FlaubertTags: future
Come, let’s be calm: no one incapable of restraint was ever a writer.
Gustave Flaubert(Egypt) is a great place for contrasts: splendid things gleam in the dust.
Gustave FlaubertTags: egypt
Isn’t ‘not to be bored’ one of the principal goals of life?
Gustave FlaubertWhen one does something, one must do it wholly and well. Those bastard existences where you sell suet all day and write poetry at night are made for mediocre minds – like those horses that are equally good for saddle and carriage, the worst kind, that can neither jump a ditch nor pull a plow.
Gustave FlaubertTags: poetry writing writers work poets
The sight of so many ruins destroys any desire to build shanties; all this ancient dust makes one indifferent to fame.
Gustave FlaubertWhat wretched poverty of language! To compare stars to diamonds!
Gustave FlaubertI have patience in all things – as far as the antechamber.
Gustave FlaubertTags: patience
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