Yes! live life with every fibre of one’s being, surrender oneself to it, with no thoughts of rebellion, without deluding oneself that one can improve it and render it painless.
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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Did not one spend the first half of one’s days in dreams of happiness and the second half in regrets and terrors?
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What will be the death of me are buillabaisses, food spiced with pimiento, shellfish, and a load of exquisite rubbish which I eat in disproportionate quantities.
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Did science promise happiness? I do not believe it. It promised truth, and the question is to know if we will ever make happiness with truth.
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The past was but the cemetery of our illusions: one simply stubbed one’s toes on the gravestones.
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The only basis for living is believing in life, loving it, and applying the whole force of one’s intellect to know it better.
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Nothing develops intelligence like travel.
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It is not necessary that one should humble oneself to deserve assistance, it is sufficient that one should suffer.
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The artist is nothing without the gift, but the gift is nothing without work.
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A god of kindness would be charitable to all. Your god of wrath and punishment is but a monstrous phantasy.
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One forges one’s style on the terrible anvil of daily deadlines.
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Man’s highest duty is to protect animals from cruelty.
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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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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 you have a sorrow that is too great it leaves no room for any other.
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