Showing posts with label Gustav Flaubert. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Gustav Flaubert. Show all posts

Thursday, 14 October 2010

Madame Bovary

As you know there's a Madame Bovary group read over here. I've decided not to join in with it as I only recently read it but I wanted to mark it.

'She was the lover in every novel, the heroine in every play, the vague she in every volume of poetry.' Gustav Flaubert Madame Bovary

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I will be joining Frances for the Dr. Zhivago group read. I've been wanting to read this novel for a long time.

Wednesday, 28 July 2010

From Shadow to Sunlight

I've chosen this quote for today as it links to Friday's quote about believing and hopefully the scars do heal...

'One day you find it' repeated Rodolphe; one day, quite suddenly, just when hope seems lost. And the horizon opens up it's like a voice crying 'Behold'. You feel you must tell this person the secrets of your life, give them everything, sacrifice everything for them. Nothing is actually said, you just know. You have seen each other in your dreams. There it is at last, the treasure you have sought so long, there right in front of you; shining, sparkling. Though you still have doubts, you dare not believe it; you stand there dazed, just as if you stepped from shadow to sunlight.' Gustav Flaubert Madame Bovary


I have a little bit of a moral dilema. It happens with Anna Karenina too. Saving quotes about passion and love when the couple are having an affair. Hurting others. Does it decrease their love? Or does it just mean that for us the reader, reading it out of context it's bittersweet. And oh I have so many love quotes that are between lovers should I then not use them? What are your thoughts?

Wednesday, 14 July 2010

Indefinable Beauty

We haven't had any quotes with flowers in recently and so I've picked a small posy here.

'She had that indefinable beauty which comes from joy, from enthusiasm, from success, the beauty which is simply a harmony between temperament and circumstances... like flowers that have manure, rain, wind and sun, and she was blossoming at last in the splendour of her being.' Gustav Flaubert Madame Bovary

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