Isn’t ‘not to be bored’ one of the principal goals of life? Gustave Flaubert More Quotes by Gustave Flaubert More Quotes From Gustave Flaubert Noble characters and pure affections and happy scenes are very comforting things. They're a refuge from life's disillusionments. Gustave Flaubert noble comforting character Sick, irritated, and the prey to a thousand discomforts, I go on with my labor like a true workingman, who, with sleeves rolled up, in the sweat of his brow, beats away at his anvil, not caring whether it rains or blows, hails or thunders. Gustave Flaubert caring blow rain Talent is a long patience. Gustave Flaubert long-patience talent long The great natures which are good, are above everything generous and don't begrudge the giving of themselves. Gustave Flaubert generous giving I love my work with a frenetic and perverse love, as an ascetic loves the hair shirt which scratches his belly. Gustave Flaubert scratches shirts hair The better a work is, the more it attracts criticism; it is like the fleas who rush to jump on white linens. Gustave Flaubert fleas criticism white It seems to me that I have always existed and that I possess memories that date back to the Pharaohs. Gustave Flaubert dating literature memories Concern for morality makes every work of the imagination false and stupid. Gustave Flaubert morality imagination stupid What is beautiful is moral, that is all there is to it. Gustave Flaubert moral beautiful I hate that which we have decided to call realism, even though I have been made one of its high priests. Gustave Flaubert priests hate literature Success is a consequence and must not be a goal. I've never sought it (though I desire it) and seek it less and less. Gustave Flaubert consequence goal desire Poetry is a subject as precise as geometry. Gustave Flaubert geometry subjects poetry-is Come, let’s be calm: no one incapable of restraint was ever a writer. Gustave Flaubert restraint calm writing The finest works of art are those in which there is the least matter. The closer expression comes to thought, the more the word clings to the idea and disappears, the more beautiful the work of art. Gustave Flaubert thoughtful beautiful art 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 whose subtleties he could no longer distinguish. Gustave Flaubert bored heart people 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. Gustave Flaubert special wish kids Talent is nothing but long patience. Gustave Flaubert long-patience talent long To see one's name in print! Some people commit a crime for no other reason. Gustave Flaubert names reason people Thought is the greatest of pleasures —pleasure itself is only imagination—have you ever enjoyed anything more than your dreams? Gustave Flaubert pleasure imagination dream 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. Gustave Flaubert unbearable wings bird
