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Reality does not conform to the ideal, but confirms it.

Gustave Flaubert

There is not a particle of life which does not bear poetry within it.
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Life Particle Poetry
My foregrounds are imaginary, my backgrounds real.
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Imagination Myself Reality
You must write for yourself, above all. That is your only hope of creating something beautiful.
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Beautiful Creation Hope Writing Yourself
Love is a springtime plant that perfumes everything with its hope, even the ruins to which it clings.
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Hope Love Perfume Plant Ruin Time
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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Attack Break Hard Nature Resistance Shake Stupidity
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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Creation Delicious Universe Writing Yourself
The most important thing in the world is to hold your soul aloft.
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Hold Important Soul World
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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Human Music Rhythm Speech Stars
It’s hard to communicate anything exactly and that’s why perfect relationships between people are difficult to find.
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Communication Difficult Finding Hard Perfect Relationship
What wretched poverty of language! To compare stars to diamonds!
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Compare Diamond Language Poverty Stars
What an awful thing life is, isn’t it? It’s like soup with lots of hairs floating on the surface. You have to eat it nevertheless.
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Eat Life Surface Yourself
A friend who dies, it’s something of you who dies.
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Death Friendship Yourself
I tried to discover, in the rumor of forests and waves, words that other men could not hear, and I pricked up my ears to listen to the revelation of their harmony.
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Discover Forest Harmony Listening Try Waves
One never tires of what is well written, style is life! It is the very blood of thought!
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Blood Life Style Thinking Writing
One’s duty is to feel what is great, cherish the beautiful, and to not accept the conventions of society with the ignominy that it imposes upon us.
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Acceptance Beautiful Feeling Greatness Society
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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Believe Death Difficult Feeling Oneself Person

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