{"author":"Gustave Flaubert","author_id":"Gustave+Flaubert","total_quotes":187,"quotes":[{"text":"Every notary carries about inside him the debris of a poet.","author":"Gustave Flaubert","tags":["poets"],"id":165,"author_id":"Gustave+Flaubert"},{"text":"Some details escaped her, but the regret remained with her.","author":"Gustave Flaubert","tags":["regret"],"id":11031,"author_id":"Gustave+Flaubert"},{"text":"She wanted to get some personal profit out of things, and she rejected as useless all that did not contribute to the immediate desires of her heart, being of a temperament more sentimental than artistic, looking for emotions, not landscapes.","author":"Gustave Flaubert","tags":["beautiful","beauty","desire","emotion","heart","love","lust","sad","selfish","sentimental","true","useless"],"id":12900,"author_id":"Gustave+Flaubert"},{"text":"From time to time, I open a newspaper. Things seem to be proceeding at a dizzying rate. We are dancing not on the edge of a volcano, but on the wooden seat of a latrine, and it seems to me more than a touch rotten. Soon society will go plummeting down and drown in nineteen centuries of shit. There’ll be quite a lot of shouting. (1850).","author":"Gustave Flaubert","tags":["history","humanity","life","mankind"],"id":14152,"author_id":"Gustave+Flaubert"},{"text":"I believe that if one always looked at the skies, one would end up with wings.","author":"Gustave Flaubert","tags":["believe","end","i believe "],"id":16185,"author_id":"Gustave+Flaubert"},{"text":"Sadness is a vice.","author":"Gustave Flaubert","tags":["sadness"],"id":18499,"author_id":"Gustave+Flaubert"},{"text":"Our ignorance of history makes us libel our own times. People have always been like this.","author":"Gustave Flaubert","tags":["past"],"id":20091,"author_id":"Gustave+Flaubert"},{"text":"When you reduce a woman to writing, she makes you think of a thousand other women.","author":"Gustave Flaubert","tags":["women","writing"],"id":22428,"author_id":"Gustave+Flaubert"},{"text":"The writer must wade into life as into the sea, but only up to the navel.","author":"Gustave Flaubert","tags":["creativity","writers","writing"],"id":23419,"author_id":"Gustave+Flaubert"},{"text":"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.","author":"Gustave Flaubert","tags":["lost-youth","melancholy","memory","nostalgia"],"id":26310,"author_id":"Gustave+Flaubert"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":187,"pages":19,"next":"?page=2\u0026page_size=10"}}