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Gustave Flaubert

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Our ignorance of history causes us to slander our own times. The ordinary person today lives better than a king did a century ago but is ungrateful!

GUSTAVE FLAUBERT

Our ignorance of history causes us to slander our own times. The ordinary person today lives better than a king did a century ago but is ungrateful!
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Ordinary
Our ignorance of history causes us to slander our own times.

GUSTAVE FLAUBERT

Our ignorance of history causes us to slander our own times.
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The most important thing in the world is to hold your soul aloft.

GUSTAVE FLAUBERT

The most important thing in the world is to hold your soul aloft.
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Hold
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.

GUSTAVE FLAUBERT

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

GUSTAVE FLAUBERT

To be stupid, selfish, and have good health are three requirements for happiness, though if stupidity is lacking, all is lost.
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I believe that if one always looked at the skies, one would end up with wings.
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End Oneself Wings
A thing derided is a thing dead; a laughing man is stronger than a suffering man.

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A thing derided is a thing dead; a laughing man is stronger than a suffering man.
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Love is a springtime plant that perfumes everything with its hope, even the ruins to which it clings.

GUSTAVE FLAUBERT

Love is a springtime plant that perfumes everything with its hope, even the ruins to which it clings.
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Writing history is like drinking an ocean and pissing a cupful.

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Writing history is like drinking an ocean and pissing a cupful.
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Drinking
Read in order to live.

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Read in order to live.
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Order
We must laugh and cry, enjoy and suffer, in a word, vibrate to our full capacity … I think that’s what being really human means.

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We must laugh and cry, enjoy and suffer, in a word, vibrate to our full capacity … I think that’s what being really human means.
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Cry
A friend who dies, it’s something of you who dies.

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A friend who dies, it’s something of you who dies.
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You don’t know what it is to stay a whole day with your head in your hands trying to squeeze your unfortunate brain so as to find a word.

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You don’t know what it is to stay a whole day with your head in your hands trying to squeeze your unfortunate brain so as to find a word.
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Day Word
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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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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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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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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Listening
One mustn’t ask apple trees for oranges, France for sun, women for love, life for happiness.

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One mustn’t ask apple trees for oranges, France for sun, women for love, life for happiness.
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