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.
GUSTAVE FLAUBERTWhat wretched poverty of language! To compare stars to diamonds!
More Gustave Flaubert Quotes
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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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You must write for yourself, above all. That is your only hope of creating something beautiful.
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Travel makes one modest. You see what a tiny place you occupy in the world.
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Life must be a constant education; one must learn everything, from speaking to dying.
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There is no truth. There is only perception.
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Nothing is more humiliating than to see idiots succeed in enterprises we have failed in.
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The whole dream of democracy is to raise the proletarian to the level of stupidity attained by the bourgeois.
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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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What a heavy oar the pen is, and what a strong current ideas are to row in!
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One can be the master of what one does, but never of what one feels.
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I believe that if one always looked at the skies, one would end up with wings.
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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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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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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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Love is a springtime plant that perfumes everything with its hope, even the ruins to which it clings.
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