It’s a delicious thing to write. To be no longer yourself but to move in an entire universe of your own creating.
GUSTAVE FLAUBERTMy foregrounds are imaginary, my backgrounds real.
More Gustave Flaubert Quotes
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The most important thing in the world is to hold your soul aloft.
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After a person dies, there is always something like a feeling of stupefaction, so difficult is it to comprehend this unexpected advent of nothingness and to resign oneself to believing it.
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The principal thing in this world is to keep one’s soul aloft.
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Life must be a constant education; one must learn everything, from speaking to dying.
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It’s hard to communicate anything exactly and that’s why perfect relationships between people are difficult to find.
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There is no truth. There is only perception.
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Stupidity consists in wanting to reach conclusions. We are a thread, and we want to know the whole cloth.
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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.
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Our ignorance of history causes us to slander our own times.
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For him the universe did not extend beyond the circumference of her petticoat.
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A thing derided is a thing dead; a laughing man is stronger than a suffering man.
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I don’t believe that happiness is possible, but I think tranquility is.
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Stupidity is something unshakable; nothing attacks it without breaking itself against it; it is of the nature of granite, hard and resistant.
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The most glorious moments in your life are not the so-called days of success, but rather those days when out of dejection and despair you feel rise in you a challenge to life, and the promise of future accomplishments.
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What seems to me the highest and the most difficult achievement of Art is not to make us laugh or cry, or to rouse our lust or our anger, but to do as nature does-that is, fill us with wonderment.
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