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Intimate Notebook 1840-1841

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Flaubert, G. (1967). Intimate Notebook 1840-1841. In Flaubert, G. Intimate Notebook 1840-1841. Doubleday, pp. 13-67

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The secret of being happy consists of knowing how to enjoy yourself -- enjoy being at table, in bed, enjoy standing up, sitting down, enjoy the nearest ray of sunshine, the slightest bit of landscape: in other words, love everything. Thus it follows that to be happy you must already be so -- there's no bread without leavening.

—p.19 by Gustave Flaubert 10 hours, 7 minutes ago

The secret of being happy consists of knowing how to enjoy yourself -- enjoy being at table, in bed, enjoy standing up, sitting down, enjoy the nearest ray of sunshine, the slightest bit of landscape: in other words, love everything. Thus it follows that to be happy you must already be so -- there's no bread without leavening.

—p.19 by Gustave Flaubert 10 hours, 7 minutes ago
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When you write, you feel how it must be, you know that at such a spot a certain thing is needed, at another spot something else; you compose pictures for yourself that you see, you have rather the feeling that you are going to bring something to flower; you feel it in your heart like the distant echo of all the passions you are going to create; and the inability to render all that is the eternal despair of those who write; the poverty of languages, which have scarcely one word for a hundred thoughts; the weakness of man, who cannot find approximations -- and to me it is an eternal anguish.

Oh my God, my God, why did you cause me to be born with so much ambition? [...]

—p.25 by Gustave Flaubert 10 hours, 4 minutes ago

When you write, you feel how it must be, you know that at such a spot a certain thing is needed, at another spot something else; you compose pictures for yourself that you see, you have rather the feeling that you are going to bring something to flower; you feel it in your heart like the distant echo of all the passions you are going to create; and the inability to render all that is the eternal despair of those who write; the poverty of languages, which have scarcely one word for a hundred thoughts; the weakness of man, who cannot find approximations -- and to me it is an eternal anguish.

Oh my God, my God, why did you cause me to be born with so much ambition? [...]

—p.25 by Gustave Flaubert 10 hours, 4 minutes ago

(verb) depict or describe in painting or words; suffuse or highlight (something) with a bright color or light

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You must let characters limn themselves according to their own logic; action must develop of itself.

—p.45 by Gustave Flaubert
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10 hours, 4 minutes ago

You must let characters limn themselves according to their own logic; action must develop of itself.

—p.45 by Gustave Flaubert
notable
10 hours, 4 minutes ago