A new dynasty is never founded without a struggle. Blood makes good manure.
EMILE ZOLAWhen lovers kiss on the cheeks, it is because they are searching, feeling for one another’s lips. Lovers are made by a kiss.
More Emile Zola Quotes
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Every wave is a water sprite who swims in the current, each current is a path which snakes towards my palace, and my palace is fluidly built at the bottom of the lake, in the triangle of earth, fire and water.
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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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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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In my view you cannot claim to have seen something until you have photographed it.
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When sometimes, behind his back, they called him a tyrant, he merely smiled and uttered this profound observation: If some day I turn liberal, they will say I have let them down.
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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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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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When you have a sorrow that is too great it leaves no room for any other.
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I am spending delightful afternoons in my garden, watching everything living around me. As I grow older, I feel everything departing, and I love everything with more passion.
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Everything is only a dream.
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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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The thought is a deed. Of all deeds she fertilizes the world most.
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The camembert with its venison scent defeats the Marolles and Limbourg dull smells; It spreads its exhalation, smothering the other scents under its surprising breath abundance.
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How evil life must be if it were indeed necessary that such imploring cries, such cries of physical and moral wretchedness, should ever and ever ascend to heaven!
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Nothing develops intelligence like travel.
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