“She was not happy - she never had been. Where did this insufficiency in life come from, this instantaneous turning to decay of everything on which she leaned? Nothing is worth the trouble of seeking; everything is a lie. Every smile hides
a yawn of boredom, every joy a curse, all pleasure satiety, and the sweetest kisses left upon your lips only the unattainable desire for a greater delight.”
― Gustave Flaubert, Madame Bovary
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