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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.

Gustave Flaubert

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
Life is so horrible that one can only bear it by avoiding it. And that can be done by living in the world of art.
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Art Avoid Horrible Life Live World
A friend who dies, it’s something of you who dies.
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Death Friendship Yourself
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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Brain Day Finding Hands Head Stay Word
To be simple is no small matter.
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Minimalism One Liner Simplicity
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
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
One’s existence should be in two parts: one should live like a bourgeois and think like a demigod.
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Existence God Oneself Thinking
The art of writing is the art of discovering what you believe.
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Art Believe Discover Inspirational Writing Yourself
Reality does not conform to the ideal, but confirms it.
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Confirm Ideal Reality
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
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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Happiness Lost Selfish Stupidity
One can be the master of what one does, but never of what one feels.
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Emotion Feeling Master One Liner Work
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
My foregrounds are imaginary, my backgrounds real.
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Imagination Myself Reality
Of all the icy blasts that blow on love, a request for money is the most chilling.
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Blow Chill Love Request

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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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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