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Only three things are infinite. The sky in its stars, the sea in its drops of water, and the heart in its tears.

Only three things are infinite. The sky in its stars, the sea in its drops of water, and the heart in its tears.

Gustave Flaubert
Stars, Memorable, Heart
Gustave Flaubert, Francis Steegmuller (1980). “The Letters of Gustave Flaubert: 1830-1857”, p.52, Harvard University Press

The heart, like the stomach, wants a varied diet.

Gustave Flaubert
Heart, Want, Stomach

You need a high degree of corruption or a very big heart to love absolutely everything

Gustave Flaubert
Heart, Criticism, Degrees
Gustave Flaubert (2005). “November: Fragments in a Nondescript Style”, Hesperus Press

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 Flaubert
Flower, Heart, Dust

Are the days of winter sunshine just as sad for you, too? When it is misty, in the evenings, and I am out walking by myself, it seems to me that the rain is falling through my heart and causing it to crumble into ruins.

Gustave Flaubert
Rain, Fall, Heart
Gustave Flaubert (2005). “November: Fragments in a Nondescript Style”, Hesperus Press

How we keep these dead souls in our hearts. Each one of us carries within himself his necropolis.

Gustave Flaubert
Heart, Soul, Carrie
Gustave Flaubert (2015). “The Complete Works of Gustave Flaubert: Novels, Short Stories, Plays, Memoirs and Letters: Original Versions of the Novels and Stories in French, An Interactive Bilingual Edition with Literary Essays on Flaubert by Guy de Maupassant, Virginia Woolf, Henry James, D.H. Lawrence”, p.1520, e-artnow

Years passed; and he endured the idleness of his intelligence and the inertia of his heart.

Gustave Flaubert
Heart, Years, Inertia

You 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
Heart, Character, Forget Everything

For a long time now my heart has had its shutters closed, its steps deserted, formerly a tumultuous hotel, but now empty and echoing like a great empty tomb.

Gustave Flaubert
Heart, Long, Steps

Boredom, that silent spider, was spinning its web in the darkness in every corner of her heart.

Gustave Flaubert
Heart, Blessing, Boredom
Gustave Flaubert (2010). “Madame Bovary: (Penguin Classics Deluxe Edition)”, p.60, Penguin

As 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
Spring, Heart, Break Off

Love, she thought, must come suddenly, with great outbursts and lightnings,--a hurricane of the skies, which falls upon life, revolutionises it, roots up the will like a leaf, and sweeps the whole heart into the abyss.

Gustave Flaubert
Fall, Heart, Sky
Gustave Flaubert (2015). “Greatest Works of Gustave Flaubert: Madame Bovary, Senitmental Education, November, A Simple Heart, Herodias and more”, p.89, e-artnow

I like prostitution. My heart has never failed to pound at the sight of one of those provocatively dressed women walking in the rain under the gaslamps, just as the sight of monks in their robes and girdles touches some ascetic, hidden corner of my soul.

Gustave Flaubert
Rain, Heart, Sight

… Her heart remained empty once more, and the procession of days all alike began again. So they were going to follow one another, like this, in line, always identical, innumerable, bringing nothing!

Gustave Flaubert
Heart, Lines, Empty
Gustave Flaubert (1949). “Gustave Flaubert's Madame Bovary”

The style, which is something I take to heart, is getting on my nerves horribly. It frustrates and torments me. I have days when Iam sick about it and nights when it gives me a fever. The more I go at it the more I find myself incapable of conveying the Idea.

Gustave Flaubert
Work, Heart, Night

After the pain of this disappointment her heart once more stood empty, and the succession of identical days began again.

Gustave Flaubert
Pain, Disappointment, Heart
Gustave Flaubert, Mark Overstall (2004). “Madame Bovary: Provincial Manners”, p.57, OUP Oxford

He was bored now when Emma suddenly began to sob on his breast; and his heart, like the people who can only stand a certain amount of music, became drowsy through indifference to the vibrations of a love whose subtleties he could no longer distinguish.

Gustave Flaubert
Heart, People, Bored

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