Gustave Flaubert Quotes

It may feel like the more you know about depression and the many forms it can take, the more questions you have. That's how I feel.

So basically, I don't know what I'm talking about. But maybe I do.

You can't listen to the whole world tell you you're crazy, without wondering, 'Am I crazy?'

All my life I believed I knew something. But then one strange day came when I realized that I knew nothing, yes, I knew nothing. And so words became void of meaning. I have arrived too late at ultimate uncertainty.

I tell myself that I know you, and then when I think about it, I realize that I don't.

The origin of thinking is some perplexity, confusion or doubt.

The more I see, the less I know.

You see all of us go through the same doubts. We are afraid of being mad; unfortunately for us, of course, all of us are already mad.

The more I know, the less I understand

It's not the one thing nor the other that leads to madness, but the space in between.

All things will be ambiguous, for this is the curse of wisdom.

Suspicion is the beginning of wisdom, and of madness.

Other than to amuse himself, why should a man pretend to know where he's going or understand what he sees?

In an insane world, sanity made very little sense.

Doubt is really a groping ignorance.

It is the absence of facts that frightens people: the gap you open, into which they pour their fears, fantasies, desires.

Like a word on a page that you’ve printed and read a million times, that suddenly looks strange or wrong, foreign. And you feel scared for a second, like you’ve lost something, even if you’re not sure what it is.

From time to time, I do consider that I might be mad. Like any self-respecting lunatic, however, I am always quick to dismiss any doubts about my sanity.

The more knowledge, the clearer what the doubts are.

Write about what you don't know about what you know.

This can't be true but I remember it.

My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, Shakes so my single state of man That function is smothered in surmise, And nothing is but what is not.

Sometimes I don't know whether I'm thening or nowing.

Seeing too much to deny and too little to be sure, I am in a state to be pitied.

I think of how and why and what happened and the thoughts come easily, but the answers don't.