And the more he was irritated by her basic personality, the more he was drawn to her by a harsh, bestial sensuality, illusions of a moment, which ended in hate.
Gustave FlaubertThey took each other's advice, opened one book, went over to another, then did not know what to decide when opinions diverged so widely.
Gustave FlaubertBut the disparaging of those we love always alienates us from them to some extent. We must not touch our idols; the gilt comes off in our hands.
Gustave Flaubert