The principal thing in this world is to keep one's soul aloft. Gustave Flaubert More Quotes by Gustave Flaubert More Quotes From 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. Gustave Flaubert those-we-love idols hands Poetry is as precise a thing as geometry. Gustave Flaubert geometry precise poetry-is 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. Gustave Flaubert vanity conviction literature 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 Flaubert heaven-sent storm feelings 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. Gustave Flaubert artist inspire life 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 amoureuses whom she had so envied: she was becoming, in reality, one of that gallery of fictional figures; the long dream of her youth was coming true. Gustave Flaubert dream memories reality Le charme de la nouveaute , peu a' peu tombant comme un ve" t ement, laissait voir a' nu l'e ternelle monotonie de la passion, qui a toujours les me" mes formes et le me" me langage. The charm of novelty, falling little by little like a robe, revealed the eternal monotony of passion, which has always the same forms and the same language. Gustave Flaubert passion littles fall DOCTOR. Always preceded by 'The good'. Among men, in familiar conversation, 'Oh! balls, doctor!' Is a wizard when he enjoys your confidence, a jack-ass when you're no longer on terms. All are materialists: 'you can't probe for faith with a scalpel.' Gustave Flaubert doctors men science 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 by little, in her memory, the faces all blurred together; she forgot the tunes of the quadrilles; no longer could she so clearly picture the liveries and the rooms; some details disappeared, but the yearning remained. Gustave Flaubert together memories two The morality of art is in its very beauty. Gustave Flaubert philosophy history art I took Eugene Sue's Arthur from the reading-room. It's indescribable, enough to make you vomit. You have to read this to realize the pitifulness of money, success, and the public. Literature has become consumptive. It spits and slobbers, covers its blisters with salve and sticking-plaster, and has grown bald from too much hair-slicking. It would take Christ of art to cure this leper. Gustave Flaubert reading writing art The most important thing in the world is to hold your soul aloft. Gustave Flaubert fathers-day karma soul The citadel of Machaerus rose east of the Dead Sea on a basalt Peak shaped like a cone, girdled by four deep valleys; two about its sides, one in front, and the fourth behind. Gustave Flaubert sea two book Earth has its boundaries, but human stupidity is limitless. Gustave Flaubert limitless stupidity earth 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 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 sick feet beautiful May I die like a dog rather than hasten the ripening of a sentence by a single second! Gustave Flaubert ripening dog may 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. Gustave Flaubert toes wine mouths I live absolutely like an oyster. Gustave Flaubert oysters You'll always have to deal with bastards, being lied to, deceived, slandered and ridiculed, but that's to be expected and you must thank heaven when you meet the exception. Gustave Flaubert being-lied goodness heaven 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, time consuming work. And all to no purpose! It just stands there in the desert! But it towers over it prodigiously. Jackals piss at the base of it, and bourgeois clamber to the top of it, etc. Continue this comparison. Gustave Flaubert block baby book
