Quotes by : Gustave Flaubert

How wonderful to find in living creatures the same substance as those which make up minerals. Nevertheless....

What a man Balzac would have been if he had known how to write.

Deep in her soul, however, she was waiting for something to happen. Like a sailor in distress, she would....

Before her marriage she had thought that she had love within her grasp; but since the happiness which....

Travel, leave everything, copy the birds. The home is one of civilization’s sadnesses.

But her life was as cold as an attic facing north; and boredom, like a silent spider, was weaving its....

It is a delicious thing to write, to be no longer yourself but to move in an entire universe of your....

Charles went to kiss her shoulder.-Leave me alone! she said, you're creasing my dress.

Then he remembered his wedding, the old times, the first pregnancy of his wife; he, too, had been very....

Books aren’t made in the way that babies are: they are made like pyramids, There’s some long-pondered....