Are the days of winter sunshine just as sad for you, too? When it is misty, in the evenings, and I am out walking by myself, it seems to me that the rain is falling through my heart and causing it to crumble into ruins. – Gustave Flaubert
The art of writing is the art of discovering what you believe. – Gustave Flaubert
One must always hope when one is desperate, and doubt when one hopes. – Gustave Flaubert
Artists who seek perfection in everything are those who cannot attain it in anything. – Gustave Flaubert
The autumn twilight turned into deep and early night as they walked. Tristran could smell the distant winter on the air—a mixture of night-mist and crisp darkness and the tang of fallen leaves…. the crescent moon hung white in the sky and the stars burned in the darkness above them. – Neil Gaiman, Stardust