What an awful thing life is, isnโt it? Itโs like soup with lots of hairs floating on the surface. You have to eat it nevertheless.
Gustave FlaubertHow we keep these dead souls in our hearts. Each one of us carries within himself his necropolis.
Gustave FlaubertWe must laugh and cry, enjoy and suffer, in a word, vibrate to our full capacity โฆ I think thatโs what being really human means.
Gustave FlaubertYou forget everything. The hours slip by. You travel in your chair through centuries you seem seem to see before you, your thoughts are caught up in the story, dallying with the details or following the course of the plot, you enter into characters, so that it seems as if it were your own heart beating beneath their costumes.
Gustave Flaubert