#"bovarys"
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eva248 · 10 months ago
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Lecturas de enero. Tercera semana
El accidente en la A35 / Graeme Macrae Burnet. Editorial Impedimenta, 2023 Un suceso inesperado empaña la rutina de Saint-Louis: un influyente abogado de la ciudad ha muerto en un accidente en la A-35. El inspector Gorski, encargado de la investigación, habrá de vérselas no solo con su homónimo estrasburgués, sino también con un joven aficionado dispuesto a hacerle la competencia: Raymond…
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academic-vampire · 11 days ago
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“She only wanted to lean upon something rather more solid than love.”
-Gustave Flaubert, Madame Bovary (Penguin, p.162)
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amicus-noctis · 3 months ago
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“Life is a storm, my young friend. You will bask in the sunlight one moment, be shattered on the rocks the next. What makes you a man is what you do when that storm comes. You must look into that storm and shout as you did in Rome. Do your worst, for I will do mine! Then the fates will know you as we know you” ― Alexandre Dumas, The Count of Monte Cristo
Painting: Justyna Kopania ~ Collection of Oil Paintings "Sea"
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macrolit · 4 months ago
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It seemed to her that certain places on earth must bring happiness, as a plant peculiar to the soil, and that cannot thrive elsewhere.
- Gustave Flaubert
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soulmaking · 10 days ago
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"He admired the sublimity of her soul and the lace on her petticoat."
Gustave Flaubert, Madame Bovary, translated by Lydia Davis
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uaravsh · 1 year ago
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"At the bottom of her heart, however, she was waiting for something to happen."
- Gustave Flaubert, Madame Bovary (@uaravsh )
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marydarkblacknoir · 9 months ago
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She was the amoureuse of all the novels, the heroine of all the plays, the vague “she” of all the poetry books.
Gustave Flaubert, Madame Bovary
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edwardian-girl-next-door · 1 year ago
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"She loved the sea only for the sake of its storms,"
art: John William Waterhouse, "Miranda - The Tempest"
quote: Gustave Flaubert, Madame Bovary (tr. Eleanor Marx Aveling)
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howifeltabouthim · 3 months ago
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'You can't get through life just from reading books . . . '
Susie Yang, from White Ivy
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ijustkindalikebooks · 10 months ago
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“Haven't you ever happened to come across in a book some vague notion that you've had, some obscure idea that returns from afar and that seems to express completely your most subtle feelings?” ― Gustave Flaubert, Madame Bovary.
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fuoridalcloro · 2 months ago
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"Forse avrebbe desiderato confidar a qualcuno queste sue idee. Ma in qual modo avrebbe potuto descrivere quel malessere vago che mutava aspetto come le nuvole o che turbinava come il vento? Le mancavano le parole, l’occasione, il coraggio."
Gustave Flaubert - Madame Bovary
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academic-vampire · 11 days ago
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-Gustave Flaubert, Madame Bovary (p.126, Penguin)
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amicus-noctis · 4 months ago
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“There is neither happiness nor misery in the world; there is only the comparison of one state with another, nothing more. He who has felt the deepest grief is best able to experience supreme happiness. We must have felt what it is to die, Morrel, that we may appreciate the enjoyments of life." ― Alexandre Dumas, The Count of Monte Cristo
Painting: 'The Count of Monte Cristo' by Mead Schaeffer
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macrolit · 4 months ago
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"For six months, then, Emma, at fifteen years of age, made her hands dirty with books from old lending libraries." - Gustave Flaubert, Madame Bovary
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literaryruin · 2 years ago
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… for her, life was as cold as an attic with a window looking to the north, and ennui, like a spider, was silently spinning its shadowy web in every cranny of her heart.
- Gustave Flaubert, Madame Bovary
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embeccy · 11 months ago
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"But her life was as cold as an attic facing north; and boredom, like a silent spider, was weaving its web in the shadows, in every corner of her heart."
- Gustave Flaubert
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