694 Quotes by Gustave Flaubert

Era la enamorada de todas las novelas, la heroína de todos los dramas, la vaga "ella" de todos los libros de versos.

Su corazón, como la gente que no puede soportar más que una cierta dosis de música, se adormecía de indiferencia en el estrépito de un amor cuyas delicadezas ya no distinguía.

The artist, to my way of thinking, is a monstrosity, something outside nature.

Je ne suis pas plus moderne qu'ancien, pas plus Français que Chinois, et l'idée de la patrie c'est-à-dire l'obligation où l'on est de vivre sur un coin de terre marqué en rouge ou en bleu sur la carte et de détester les autres coins en vert ou en noir m'a paru toujours étroite, bornée et d'une stupidité féroce.

How oft the warmth of the sun aboveMakes a pretty young girl dream of love.

..She still was not happy, she never had been. What caused this inadequacy in her life? Why did everything she leaned on instantaneously decay?..

I'm no more modern than ancient, no more French than Chinese, and the idea of a native country, that is to say, the imperative to live on one bit of ground marked red or blue on the map and to hate the other bits in green or black, has always seemed to me narrow-minded, blinkered and profoundly stupid. I am a soul brother to everything that lives, to the giraffe and to the crocodile as much as to man.

On the hill there was a poor old tramp wandering about with his stick, in among the carriages. A mass of rags covered his shoulders, and a squashed beaver-hat, bent down into the shape of a bowl, concealed his face; but, when he took it off, he exposed, instead of eyelids, two yawning bloodstained holes. The flesh was tattered into scarlet strips; and fluid was trickling out, congealing into green crusts that reached down to his nose, with black nostrils that kept sniffing convulsively.

Perhaps she would have liked to confide all these things to someone. But how tell an undefinable uneasiness, variable as the clouds, unstable as the winds? Words failed her—the opportunity, the courage.