Love is a springtime plant that perfumes everything with its hope, even the ruins to which it clings. Gustave Flaubert clinghopelove Change image and share on social
One arrives at style only with atrocious effort, with fanatical and devoted stubbornness. Gustave Flaubert arriveatrociousdevote Change image and share on social
Reality does not conform to the ideal, but confirms it. Gustave Flaubert confirmconformideal Change image and share on social
One can be the master of what one does, but never of what one feels. Gustave Flaubert feltmaster Change image and share on social
I hate that which we have decided to call realism, even though I have been made one of its high priests. Gustave Flaubert calldecidehate Change image and share on social
The better a work is, the more it attracts criticism; it is like the fleas who rush to jump on white linens. Gustave Flaubert attractcriticismflea Change image and share on social
It seems to me that I have always existed and that I possess memories that date back to the Pharaohs. Gustave Flaubert backdateexist Change image and share on social
Human speech is like a cracked kettle on which we tap crude rhythms for bears to dance to, while we long to make music that will melt the stars. Gustave Flaubert bearcrackcrude Change image and share on social
I love my work with a frenetic and perverse love, as an ascetic loves the hair shirt which scratches his belly. Gustave Flaubert asceticbellyfrenetic Change image and share on social
