Author of quotes: Gustave Flaubert. Page 5

Without the idea nothing can be great! Without the great nothing can be perfect.

The concept of the immortality of the soul came up with, grieving over the dead.

Man is nothing, work is everything.

It was drizzling, it was cold on the pale sky - no clearance, but there beyond the darkness, shone the eyes, which for him was worth the sun.

That are poorly understood, often trying to explain with words you don't understand at all.

Yes! The small enemies are dangerous, the low and blind anger can eventually make life unbearable for me so calm and happy.

Never had he seen such a lovely dark skin, this enchanting mill, such delicate fingers, translucent in the sun. Working on her basket, he looked in amazement, like something extraordinary. What's her name, where she's from, what she has in the past? He wanted to see the furniture of her room, all the dresses she ever wore, the people with whom she is familiar; and even the desire to possess it disappeared before the desire for a more deep, before a painful curiosity that knew no bounds.

The word is not that other, as distant and weakened echo of thought.

Every soul is measured by the largeness of his desire.

This is not cowardice, though it is usually considered, and a great adventure to laugh, even at the expense of yourself, on what people value above all else.

If a piece of art you don't care then it doesn't achieve the true purpose of art.

And I would have given you everything, I'd sold everything I'd worked for you would go a-begging for one of your smile, for one look, only to hear from you thanks.

The whole world is closed for him within her silky wrap dresses.

Suddenly and met happiness one day will come accidentally, suddenly, when it is desperate.