When lovers kiss on the cheeks, it is because they are searching, feeling for one another’s lips. Lovers are made by a kiss.
EMILE ZOLALet us eat, drink and satisfy our coarse appetites, but let us keep our souls sacred and apart.
More Emile Zola Quotes
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Truth is on the march, and nothing will stop it.
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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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Blow the candle out, I don’t need to see what my thoughts look like.
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I would rather die of passion than of boredom.
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Art for me…is a negation of society, an affirmation of the individual, outside of all the rules and all the demands of society.
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When truth is buried, it grows. It chokes. It gathers such an explosive force that on the day it bursts out, it blows up everything with it.
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The word realist means nothing to me, because I would subordinate reality to temperament. Give me what is true and I applaud; but give me what is individual and alive and I applaud even more.
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My fiery protest is simply the cry of my very soul.
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They dared not peer down into their own natures, down into the feverish confusion that filled their minds with a kind of dense, acrid mist.
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The vague torment of ambition.
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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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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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The day is not far off when one ordinary carrot may be pregnant with revolution.
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Through the centuries, the history of peoples is but a lesson in mutual tolerance.
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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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