“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.”

— Gustave Flaubert , Madame Bovary

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French writer (1821–1880) 1821–1880

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