is a famous (and controversial) French novel by Gustave Flaubert. But, why has it been banned? Can we get some insight into the female imagination–through this untested? These quotes are just a tidbit of the work that has drawn us in and made us rethink and re-imagine. "It was something like an initiation into the social world, a taste of forbidden fruit. And as he announce a insert his hand on the door-knob to go in, he well-informed an almost voluptuous pleasure. And fashion many things which had been repressed within him began to expand and blossom forth. He learnt by heart some ordinary songs, with which he would greet his advantage companions, went mad once again Beranger, acquired the cryptic of making punch, and at length became acquainted with the mysteries of Love."
- Gustave Flaubert, , Ch. 1
"Her hands, but, were not beautiful–perhaps a shade too red and a little hard in the fingers. She herself was too large, and her figure lacked the palliate, caressing outline. Her good question was her eyes. They were dark, but her long lashes made them seem foul, and she looked at you frankly, with a sort of fearless candour."
- Gustave Flaubert, , Ch. 2
"When all was over at the cemetery Charles returned to the house. There was no everybody downstairs. He went up into the bedroom and saw her dress hanging up at the foot of the bed. Then, leaning against the secretaire, he remained there till it was dark, lost in sorrowful meditation. After all, she had loved him."
- Gustave Flaubert, , Ch. 2
"Flies on the table crawled up the glasses that had not been cleared away and buzzed as they fell drowning in the dregs of the cider. The daylight which shone down the chimney imparted a velvety look to the soot in the fireplace and gave a bluish tinge to the cold ashes. Between the window and the hearth sat Emma at her needlework. She had no scarf hither her neck, and tiny drops of perspiration were discernible on her shoulders."
- Gustave Flaubert, , Ch. 3
"Above it, on the second storey, stood a castle-keep or donjon wrought in Savoy cake, surrounded with diminutive fortifications in angelica, almonds, raisins, and bits of orange; and finally, on the topmost level of all, which was nothing less than a verdant meadow where there were rocks with pools of jam and boats made out of nut-shells, was seen a little Cupid balancing himself on a chocolate fluctuate, the posts of which were tipped with two real rosebuds."
- Gustave Flaubert, , Ch. 4
"It was a bridal perfume, his first better half’s bouquet. Her eyes fell on it. Charles saw her looking at it, and took it up into the attic. Sitting back in an arm-chair, while her things were being unpacked, Emma’s thoughts strayed to her own wedding bouquet, which was stowed away in a bandbox, and she wondered, in a vague sort of way, what would happen to it, if by chance she came to die."
- Gustave Flaubert, , Ch. 5
"Before she married, she thought she was in love; but the happiness that should have resulted from that love, somehow had not come. It seemed to her that she must have made a mistake, have misunderstood in some way or another. And Emma tried impoverished to discover what, meticulously, it was in life that was denoted by the words ‘joy, passion, intoxication’, which had always looked so fine to her in books."
- Gustave Flaubert, , Ch. 5
"She only cared for the sea when it was lashed to fury by the storm, and for verdure when it served as a background to a ruin. Everything must needs parson to her personal longings, as it were, and she thrust aside as of no account whatever everything that did not straightaway contribute to stir the emotions of her heart, for her temperament was sentimental rather than artistic, seeking, not pictures, but emotions."
- Gustave Flaubert, , Ch. 6
"At first, when her mother died, she wept bitterly… Emma was inwardly gratified at the thought that she had risen at a bound to those ethereal heights which the more commonplace beings of the earth are on no account permitted to attain."
- Gustave Flaubert, , Ch. 6
"She pulled up scarce and jerked the bit from her mouth. Her mind, so material amidst its enthusiasm–she who had loved the church suitable the sake its flowers, music for the words of its songs, and publicity for its passionate excitements–rebelled against the mysteries of faith, even as she chafed against the restraint of routine, a thing wholly repugnant to her disposition."
- Gustave Flaubert, , Ch. 6
"But her longing for a change; possibly, too, the unrest caused close a masculine aspect, had sufficed to make her believe that she was at last possessed of that wonderful passion which, till then, had hovered like a great bird with roseate wings, floating in the splendour of poetic skies; and now she could not feel that her present unemotional state was the bliss whereof she had dreamed."
- Gustave Flaubert, , Ch. 6
"NEVERTHELESS she sometimes thought that they were the finest days of her life, those ‘honeymoon days’ as people call them… When the sun sinks down to rest, you breathe, beside the frontier of a bay, the fragrant odours of the lemon-trees; and then, by night, on the terrace, alone with each other, with fingers intertwined, you gaze at the stars and make plans for the future. It seemed to her that there were certain places on the earth which naturally brought forth happiness, as though it were a plant native to the soil, which could not struggle elsewhere."
- Gustave Flaubert, , Ch. 7
"in accordance with theories she considered sound, she tried to physic herself with love. By moonlight, in the garden, she recited all the love poetry she knew and sighed and sang of love’s sweet melancholy. But afterwards she found herself not a whit less calm, and Charles not a whit more amorous or emotional."
- Gustave Flaubert, , Ch. 7
"for her, sparkle 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, , Ch. 7
