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 (via larmoyante)
*** One of my favorite books ever. The person referred to here as “she” is the titular character, Madame Bovary, who commits adultery against her unsuspecting husband. She committed suicide at the end of the story. Guilt and shame. Swallowed poison and died gazing at herself in the mirror while the poison foamed from her mouth. She felt that this was very “romantic”.