What did Gustave Flaubert mean by: And he beholds the moon; like a rounded fragment of ice filled with motionless light. - Gustave Flaubert Copy
+ Doubt … is an illness that comes from knowledge and leads to madness. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Gustave Flaubert, Doubt, Illness, Madness, 0 - Gustave Flaubert
+ To see one’s name in print! Some people commit a crime for no other reason. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Gustave Flaubert, 0 - Gustave Flaubert
+ Be regular and orderly in your life, so that you may be violent and original in your work. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Gustave Flaubert, Work, 0 - Gustave Flaubert
+ One never tires of what is well written, style is life! It is the very blood of thought! Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Gustave Flaubert, Blood, Literature, Style, 0 - Gustave Flaubert
+ Life must be a constant education; one must learn everything, from speaking to dying. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Gustave Flaubert, Constant, Dying, Talking, 0 - Gustave Flaubert
+ Do not imagine you can exorcise what oppresses you in life by giving vent to it in art. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Gustave Flaubert, Art, Imagine, 0 - Gustave Flaubert
+ Here is true immorality: ignorance and stupidity; the devil is nothing but this. His name is Legion. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Gustave Flaubert, Ignorance, Stupid, 0 - Gustave Flaubert
+ The most important thing in the world is to hold your soul aloft. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Gustave Flaubert, Fathers Day, Karma, Soul, 0 - Gustave Flaubert
You can’t make an architect. But you can open the doors and windows toward the light as you see it. - Frank Lloyd Wright Architect · USA
The moon looks upon many night flowers; the night flowers see but one moon. - Jean Ingelow Poet · England
You moon, have you done something wrong in heaven / That God has hidden your face? - Jean Ingelow Poet · England
Gray hairs seem to my fancy like the soft light of the moon, silvering over the evening of life. - Jean Paul Writer · Germany
My death, taking the light from my eyes, gives back to the day the purity which they soiled. - Jean Racine Playwright · France
Blot out the moon, Pull down the stars. Love in the dark, for we’re for the dark So soon, so soon. - Jean Rhys Writer · Dominica
Every human being is a mixture of light and darkness, trust and fear, love and hate. - Jean Vanier Philosopher and theologian
