There are three thing in the world I love most: the sea, Hamlet, and Don Giovanni.
GUSTAVE FLAUBERTYou must write for yourself, above all. That is your only hope of creating something beautiful.
More Gustave Flaubert Quotes
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All you have to do to make something interesting is to look at it long enough.
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You need a high degree of corruption or a very big heart to love absolutely everything.
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It’s a delicious thing to write. To be no longer yourself but to move in an entire universe of your own creating.
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Travel makes one modest. You see what a tiny place you occupy in the world.
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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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Life must be a constant education; one must learn everything, from speaking to dying.
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You must write for yourself, above all. That is your only hope of creating something beautiful.
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One never tires of what is well written, style is life! It is the very blood of thought!
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A friend who dies, it’s something of you who dies.
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Do not read, as children do, to amuse yourself, or like the ambitious, for the purpose of instruction. No, read in order to live.
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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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It’s hard to communicate anything exactly and that’s why perfect relationships between people are difficult to find.
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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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Through small apertures we glimpse abysses whose sombre depths turn us faint. And yet over the whole there hovers an extraordinary tenderness.
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Reality does not conform to the ideal, but confirms it.
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