Over all crowds there seems to float a vague distress, an atmosphere of pervasive melancholy, as if any large gathering of people creates an aura of terror and pity.
EMILE ZOLAAn entire lifetime would not be long enough for you to exhaust the glance of the young harvest-girl.
More Emile Zola Quotes
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If I cannot overwhelm with my quality, I will overwhelm with my quantity.
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Has science ever retreated? No! It is Catholicism which has always retreated before her, and will always be forced to retreat.
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The road to Lourdes is littered with crutches, but not one wooden leg.
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When lovers kiss on the cheeks, it is because they are searching, feeling for one another’s lips. Lovers are made by a kiss.
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She might have liked to try to strangle him with those slender fingers of hers, but she wanted to make a job of it and this great patience with which she waited for her claws to grow was in itself a form of enjoyment.
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When a peasant begins to feel the need for instruction, he usually becomes fiercely calculating.
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The day is not far off when one ordinary carrot may be pregnant with revolution.
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I have but one passion: to enlighten those who have been kept in the dark, in the name of humanity which has suffered so much and is entitled to happiness. My fiery protest is simply the cry of my very soul.
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Since the same human mire remains beneath, does not all civilization reduce itself to the superiority of smelling nice and living well?
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I would rather die of passion than of boredom.
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One forges one’s style on the terrible anvil of daily deadlines.
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Oh, the fools, like a lot of good little schoolboys, scared to death of anything they’ve been taught is wrong!
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If you ask me what I came into this life to do, I will tell you: I came to live out loud.
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I am little concerned with beauty or perfection. I don’t care for the great centuries. All I care about is life, struggle, intensity.
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Paris flared – Paris, which the divine sun had sown with light, and where in glory waved the great future harvest of Truth and of Justice.
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