L'Amour, c'est un lit où l'on met son cœur pour le détendre.
- 1847 -
Gustave Flaubert
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Un corazón es una riqueza que no se vende ni se compra, pero que se regala

By Gustave Flaubert

El futuro nos tortura, y el pasado nos encadena. He ahí por qué se nos escapa el presente

By Gustave Flaubert

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

By Gustave Flaubert

Travel makes one modest. You see what a tiny place you occupy in the world.

By Gustave Flaubert

Maybe happiness too is a metaphor invented on a day of boredom

By Gustave Flaubert

To be stupid, selfish, and have good health are three requirements for happiness, though if stupidity is lacking, all is lost.

By Gustave Flaubert

One can be the master of what one does, but never of what one feels.

By Gustave Flaubert

There is not a particle of life which does not bear poetry within it

By Gustave Flaubert

Be steady and well-ordered in your life so that you can be fierce and original in your work.

By Gustave Flaubert

Do not read, as children do, to amuse yourself, or like the ambitious, for the purpose of instruction. No, read in order to live.

By Gustave Flaubert

She was as sated with him as he was tired of her. Emma had rediscovered in adultery all the banality of marriage.

By Gustave Flaubert

How badly arranged the world is. What is the purpose of ugliness, suffering, sadness? Why our powerless dreams? Why everything?

By Gustave Flaubert

Sadness is a vice.

By Gustave Flaubert

It’s hard to communicate anything exactly and that’s why perfect relationships between people are difficult to find.

By Gustave Flaubert

Des promesses tant qu'on en veut, et puis rien.

By Gustave Flaubert -1873
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