Gustave Flaubert Quotes on Loneliness
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But her life was as cold as an attic facing north; and boredom, like a silent spider, was weaving its web in the shadows, in every corner of her heart.
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What exasperated her was Charles's total unawareness of her ordeal. His conviction that he was making her happy she took as a stupid insult: such self-righteousness could only mean that he didn't appreciate her.
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Poor little thing! She's gasping for love like a carp on a kitchen table gasping for water.