The hearts of women are like those little pieces of furniture with secret hiding - places, full of drawers fitted into each other; you go a lot of trouble, break your nails, and in the bottom find some withered flower, a few grains of dust - or emptiness!
Gustave FlaubertOne mustn't ask apple trees for oranges, France for sun, women for love, life for happiness.
Gustave FlaubertI have the handicap of being born with a special language to which I alone have the key.
Gustave FlaubertAs you get older, the heart shed its leaves like a tree. You cannot hold out against certain winds. Each day tears away a few more leaves; and then there are the storms that break off several branches at one go. And while nature’s greenery grows back again in the spring, that of the heart never grows back.
Gustave Flaubert