You need a high degree of corruption or a very big heart to love absolutely everything
Gustave FlaubertShe was as sated with him as he was tired of her. Emma had rediscovered in adultery all the banality of marriage.
Gustave FlaubertHere is true immorality: ignorance and stupidity; the devil is nothing but this. His name is Legion.
Gustave FlaubertRemembering 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 Flaubert