Then he remembered his wedding, the old times, the first pregnancy of his wife; he, too, had been very happy the day when he had taken her from her father to his home, and had carried her off on a pillion, trotting through the snow, for it was near Christmas-time, and the country was all white. She held him by one arm, her basket hanging from the other; the wind blew the long lace of her Cauchois headdress so that it sometimes flapped across his mouth, and when he turned his head he saw near him, on his shoulder, her little rosy face, smiling silently under the gold bands of her cap. To warm her hands she put them from time to time in his breast. How long ago it all was! Their son would have been thirty by now. Then he looked back and saw nothing on the road. Gustave Flaubert
Time was passing like a hand waving from a train I wanted to be on. I hope you never have to think about anything as much as I think about you.
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Jonathan Safran Foer
There comes a time in your life when you have to choose to turn the page, write another book or simply close it.
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Shannon L. Alder
Sometimes loneliness makes the loudest noise.
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Aaron BenZeev
How sad and bad and mad it was - but then, how it was sweet
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Robert Browning
Real museums are places where Time is transformed into Space.
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Orhan Pamuk
More Quotes By Gustave Flaubert
It’s hard to communicate anything exactly and that’s why perfect relationships between people are difficult to find.
Do not read, as children do, to amuse yourself, or like the ambitious, for the purpose of instruction. No, read in order to live.
Be steady and well-ordered in your life so that you can be fierce and original in your work.
There is not a particle of life which does not bear poetry within it
One can be the master of what one does, but never of what one feels.
