I am pretty sure you heard about this book, maybe you even read it.
Madame Bovary (1856) is the French writer Gustave Flaubert’s debut novel. The story focuses on a doctor’s wife, Emma Bovary, who has adulterous affairs and lives beyond her means in order to escape the banalities and emptiness of provincial life. (Wikipedia)
I don’t know why, but in my mind when I think about this book, I compare it to Anna Karenina, maybe because they both had affairs and what it’s stated above “to escape the banalities and emptiness of provincial life”. Anna did the same thing. Maybe she did not search to have an affair, but if she had that chance, she did it.
“Love, she thought, must come suddenly, with great outbursts and lightnings,–a hurricane of the skies, which falls upon life, revolutionises it, roots up the will like a leaf, and sweeps the whole heart into the abyss.”
I liked the book, but of course, I didn’t agree with what she did. I read it just like you read a book, for my pleasure, knowing that it’s fiction, not real life.
When I read this quote, I think of all the men and women out there that want something more, want more passion in their life and search in so wrong places, they have affairs and begin living a double life.
I guess that books can hurt you in real life if they make you do bad things, for example when you read romantic novels, and then, you are no longer satisfied with your partner, because you want more passion in your life.
I think that romantic books and movies can do harm if we don’t handle them carefully.
I think that she was not living her life, but she lived the lives of the people she read, from that popular books she liked so much. It’s such a waste of your life, to not live it every day, but yearning for something more, not being ever satisfied with what you have.
Of course, I know that this is just a book, but for me, this is a lesson I can learn.
I learned to be satisfied with what I have and to live in the present, not dreaming about what I will acomplish or I will have in the future. This way I am happy and content. 🙂
She dreams about a life of luxuries and especially after she sees how other people live. And from this to having an affair with a rich man, who could give her passion and luxuries, it was just a step.
She cheats on her husband for 4 long years, without bothering to think that she could hurt him, she only thought of her feelings.
I will not spoil the end so that you will read the book. 🙂 It really is a great book, has a lot of lessons to learn, if you are willing to do so.
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“Human speech is like a cracked kettle on which we tap crude rhythms for bears to dance to, while we long to make music that will melt the stars.”
“At the bottom of her heart, however, she was waiting for something to happen. Like shipwrecked sailors, she turned despairing eyes upon the solitude of her life, seeking afar off some white sail in the mists of the horizon. She did not know what this chance would be, what wind would bring it her, towards what shore it would drive her, if it would be a shallop or a three-decker, laden with anguish or full of bliss to the portholes. But each morning, as she awoke, she hoped it would come that day; she listened to every sound, sprang up with a start, wondered that it did not come; then at sunset, always more saddened, she longed for the morrow.”
“Never touch your idols: the gilding will stick to your fingers.”
“She wanted to die, but she also wanted to live in Paris.”
“What better occupation, really, than to spend the evening at the fireside with a book, with the wind beating on the windows and the lamp burning bright…Haven’t you ever happened to come across in a book some vague notion that you’ve had, some obscure idea that returns from afar and that seems to express completely your most subtle feelings?”
“You forget everything. The hours slip by. You travel in your chair through centuries you seem seem to see before you, your thoughts are caught up in the story, dallying with the details or following the course of the plot, you enter into characters, so that it seems as if it were your own heart beating beneath their costumes.”
“An infinity of passion can be contained in one minute, like a crowd in a small space.”
Books I’ve read with the letter M (which I can remember):
- Maitrey – Mircea Eliade
- Mandela’s Way – Lessons on Life, Love, and Courage – Richard Stengel
- Mara – Ioan Slavici
- Marley and Me: Life and Love with The World’s Worst Dog – John Grogan
- Martin Eden – Jack London
- Mary Jones and Her Bible – Mark Hamby
- Les Miserables – Victor Hugo
- Mont-Oriol – Guy de Maupassant