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De todas las borrascas que caen sobre el amor, ninguna lo enfria y lo desarraiga tanto como las peticiones de dinero.
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naturalismo
realismo
madame-bovary
france
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Gustave Flaubert |
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861e4c3
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order to find them at the bottom of the box, Rodolphe disturbed all the others, and mechanically began rummaging amidst this mass of papers and things, finding pell-mell bouquets, garters, a black mask, pins, and hair--hair! dark and fair, some even, catching in the hinges of the box, broke when it was opened. Thus dallying with his souvenirs, he examined the writing and the style of the letters, as varied as their orthography. They were te..
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Gustave Flaubert |
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On fine summer evenings, at the hour when the warm streets are empty and the maids play shuttlecock in doorways, he would open his window and lean out on the sill. The river, which turns this part of Rouen into a sort of shabby little Venice, flowed by beneath him, yellow, violet or blue between its bridges and its railings. Some workmen were crouched down on the bank, washing their arms in the water. On poles projecting from the lofts up a..
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Gustave Flaubert |
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eb1efea
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And indeed, what is better than to sit by one's fireside in the evening with a book, while the wind beats against the window and the lamp is burning? One thinks of nothing, the hours slip by. Motionless we traverse countries we fancy we see, and your thought, blending with the fiction, playing with the details, follows the outline of the adventures. It mingles with the characters, and it seems as if it were yourself palpitating beneath thei..
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Gustave Flaubert |
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f84f78a
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So he gave up his flute, exalted sentiments, and poetry; for every bourgeois in the flush of his youth, were it but for a day, a moment, has believed himself capable of immense passions, of lofty enterprises. The most mediocre libertine has dreamed of sultanas; every notary bears within him the debris of a poet.
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Gustave Flaubert |
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In spite of her giddy airs (the phrase used by the bourgeois wives of Yonville), Emma still had a joyless look, and, habitually, at the corners of her mouth, she had that tightness that crumples the faces of old maids and bankrupts.
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giddy
joyless
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Gustave Flaubert |
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edd34ab
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Dar cum sa vorbesti despre un rau care nu poate fi descris,care isi schimba infatisarea ca norii, care se involbureaza ca vantul?
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madame-bovary
gustave-flaubert
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Gustave Flaubert |
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95d0698
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She grew provoked at the doctrines of religion; the arrogance of the polemic writings displeased her by their inveteracy in attacking people she did not know; and the secular stories, relieved with religion, seemed to her written in such ignorance of the world, that they insensibly estranged her from the truths for whose proof she was looking. Nevertheless, she persevered; and when the volume slipped from her hands, she fancied herself seiz..
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Gustave Flaubert |
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There were dresses with trains, deep mysteries, anguish hidden beneath smiles. Then came the society of the duchesses; all were pale; all got up at four o'clock; the women, poor angels, wore English point on their petticoats; and the men, unappreciated geniuses under a frivolous outward seeming, rode horses to death at pleasure parties,
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Gustave Flaubert |
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1b01487
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What was it that thus set so far asunder the morning of the day before yesterday and the evening of to-day?
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Gustave Flaubert |
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In her desire, she confused the sensual pleasures of luxury with the joys of the heart, elegance of manner with delicacy of feeling.
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Gustave Flaubert |
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And indeed, what is better than to sit by one's fireside in the evening with a book, while the wind beats against the window and the lamp is burning?" "What, indeed?" she said, fixing her large black eyes wide open upon him. "One thinks of nothing," he continued; "the hours slip by. Motionless we traverse countries we fancy we see, and your thought, blending with the fiction, playing with the details, follows the outline of the adventures. ..
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Gustave Flaubert |
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4e7af1b
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Because wanton or venal lips had murmured the same words to him, he only half believed in the sincerity of those he was hearing now; to a large extent they should be disregarded, he believed, because such exaggerated language must surely mask commonplace feelings: as if the soul in its fullness did not sometimes overflow into the most barren metaphors, since no one can ever tell the precise measure of his own needs, of his own ideas, of his..
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Gustave Flaubert |
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767d2ba
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She no longer existed.
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Gustave Flaubert |
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62b10b0
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Occasionally there came gusts of winds, breezes from the sea rolling in one sweep over the whole plateau of the Caux country, which brought even to these fields a salt freshness. The rushes, close to the ground, whistled; the branches trembled in a swift rustling, while their summits, ceaselessly swaying, kept up a deep murmur.
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Gustave Flaubert |
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9912d81
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What he then saw was like an apparition. She was seated in the middle of a bench all alone, or, at any rate, he could see no one, dazzled as he was by her eyes.
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Gustave Flaubert |
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It was not the first time that they had seen trees, a blue sky, meadows; that they had heard the water flowing and the wind blowing in the leaves; but, no doubt, they had never admired all this, as if Nature had not existed before, or had only begun to be beautiful since the gratification of their desires.
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Gustave Flaubert |
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885f137
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Evlenmeden once gonlunde ask uyandigini sanmisti; fakat bu askin neticesi olmasi lazim gelen saadetten bir eser yoktu. Icinden: "Yanilmis olacagim" diyordu. Emma, bahtiyarlik, ihtiras, kendinden gecme gibi sozlerin, kitaplarda okuyup pek guzel buldugu bu kelimelerin hayatta acaba neyin, hangi halin adi oldugunu dusunup duruyordu."
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Gustave Flaubert |
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The more flowery a person's speech ... the more suspect the feelings, or lack of feelings, it concealed.
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Gustave Flaubert |
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Elle se laissait aller au bercement des melodies et se sentait elle-meme vibrer de tout son etre comme si les archets des violons se fussent promenes sur ses nerfs.
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Gustave Flaubert |
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He was savoring for the first time the ineffable subtleties of feminine refinement. Never had he encountered this grace of language, this quiet taste in dress, these relaxed, dove like postures. He marveled at the sublimity of her soul and at the lace on her petticoat. With her ever-changing moods, by turns brooding and gay, chattering and silent, fiery and casual, she aroused in him a thousand desires, awakening instincts or memories. She ..
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women
love
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Gustave Flaubert |
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0515d2b
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Je voudrais bien etre mystique ; il doit y avoir de belles voluptes a croire au paradis, a se noyer dans des flots d'encens, a s'aneantir au pied de la Croix, . . . c'est une belle chose que l'autel couvert de fleurs qui embaument -- c'est une belle vie que celle des saints, j'aurais voulu mourir martyr, . . . je comprends bien que les gens qui jeunent se regalent de leur faim et jouissent de privations, c'est un sensualisme bien plus fin q..
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religion
plaisir
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Gustave Flaubert |
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1253012
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I feel torn to pieces by a rage of love.
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rage
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Gustave Flaubert |
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She confused in her desire the sensualities of luxury with the delights of the heart, elegance of manners with delicacy of sentiment. Did not love, like Indian plants, need a special soil,
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Gustave Flaubert |
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0cfee0b
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She now felt an incessant and universal numbness.
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loss
passion
darkness
love
numbness
existentialism
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Gustave Flaubert |
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f1fc665
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Then she asked herself, "Isn't he in love with someone? Who could it be? ...Why, it's me!" All the evidence immediately became clear to her, and her heart leapt."
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Gustave Flaubert |
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4b2f625
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Two men appeared. One came from the Bastille, the other from the Jardin des Plantes. The taller of the two, in a linen costume, walked with his hat pushed back, waistcoat undone and cravat in hand. The smaller one, whose body was enveloped in a brown frock-coat, had a peaked cap on his bent head. When they came to the middle of the boulevard they both sat down at the same moment on the same seat. Each took off his hat to mop his b..
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Gustave Flaubert |
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b8820ac
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for he was in one of those crises in which the whole soul shows indistinctly what it contains, like the ocean, which, in the storm, opens itself from the seaweeds on its shores down to the sands of its abysses.
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Gustave Flaubert |
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dc07942
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Poor human weakness! With your words, your languages, your sounds, you speak and stammer--you define God, the heaven and the earth, chemistry and philosophy, and you cannot express, with your language, all the joy that you derive from a naked woman--or a plum pudding.
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women
memoirs-of-a-madman
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Gustave Flaubert |
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a6792a6
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Are you not tired as I am of waking up every morning and seeing the sun all over again? Tired of living the same life, suffering the same sorrow? Tired of desiring, and tired of being sated? Tired of waiting, and tired of possessing?
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weary
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Gustave Flaubert |
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ddd1245
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Lively once, expansive and affectionate, in growing older she had become (after the fashion of wine that, exposed to air, turns to vinegar) ill-tempered, grumbling, irritable. She
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Gustave Flaubert |
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I'd like to be in love like this description, wouldn't you? ...they moved among the carriages, the crowds, the noise, oblivious of everything but themselves, hearing nothing, as if they had been walking together in the country on a bed of dead leaves.
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romantic
french-lit
genius
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Gustave Flaubert |
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bf6c12f
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Sometimes they opened a book and closed it again; what was the point? On other days they had the idea of tidying up the garden, but after a quarter of an hour they felt tired; or of looking at their farm, but they came back sick at heart; or doing household jobs, but Germaine cried out in protest; they gave up.
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lacklustre
what-s-the-point
tired
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Gustave Flaubert |
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42daf0c
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I laugh at everything, even at that which I love the most. There is no fact, thing, feeling or person over which I have not blithely run my clownishness, like an iron roller imparting sheen to cloth.
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Gustave Flaubert |
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1cacd80
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It is true that I am endowed with an absurd sensitiveness, what scratches others tears me to pieces.
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sensitiveness
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Gustave Flaubert |
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seen
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Gustave Flaubert |
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1598be6
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The more ideas they had the more they suffered.
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suffering
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Gustave Flaubert |
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20ed1fb
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Mais, a mesure que se serrait davantage l'intimite de leur vie, un detachement se faisait qui la deliait de lui.
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Gustave Flaubert |
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Zivot koji sam potiskivao u sebe stisnuo se u srce i stezao ga da ga zadavi.
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Gustave Flaubert |
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1147307
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Laissez-moi tranquille avec votre hideuse realite ! Qu'est-ce que cela veut dire, la realite ? Les uns voient noir, d'autres bleu, la multitude voit bete. Rien de moins naturel que Michel-Ange, rien de plus fort ! Le souci de la verite exterieure denote la bassesse contemporaine ; et l'art deviendra, si l'on continue, je ne sais quelle rocambole au-dessous de la religion comme poesie, et de la politique comme interet. Vous n'arriverez pas a..
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Gustave Flaubert |
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7ebc7b4
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However, all this reading had disturbed their brains.
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Gustave Flaubert |
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4f9fe1a
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En el fondo de su corazon, no obstante, esperaba que sucediera algo. Como los marineros naufragos, contemplaba con ojos desesperados la soledad de su vida, buscaba a lo lejos alguna vela blanca entre las brumas del horizonte. No sabia cual seria aquel azar, que viento lo llevaria hasta ella, hacia que orilla la conduciria, si seria una chalupa o un navio de tres puentes cargado de angustias o colmado de felicidad hasta las portillas. Pero t..
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Gustave Flaubert |
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9e93a5c
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Anyway, what was the use? Women's hearts were like those desks full of secret drawers that fit one inside another; you struggle with them, you break your fingernails, and at the bottom you find a withered flower, a little dust, or nothing at all!
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Gustave Flaubert |
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f4ee7d6
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As to Emma, she did not ask herself whether she loved. 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
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Gustave Flaubert |