Remembering the ball became for Emma a daily occupation. Every time Wednesday came round, she told herself when she woke up: 'Ah! One week ago...two weeks ago...three weeks ago, I was there!' And, little by little, in her memory, the faces all blurred together; she forgot the tunes of the quadrilles; no longer could she so clearly picture the liveries and the rooms; some details disappeared, but the yearning remained.
Gustave FlaubertOne's existence should be in two parts: one should live like a bourgeois and think like a demigod.
Gustave FlaubertThought is the greatest of pleasures โpleasure itself is only imaginationโhave you ever enjoyed anything more than your dreams?
Gustave Flaubert