The only basis for living is believing in life, loving it, and applying the whole force of one’s intellect to know it better.
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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These young people naturally grow up with ideas different from ours, for they are born for times when we shall no longer be here
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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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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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A new dynasty is never founded without a struggle. Blood makes good manure.
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Why then should money be blamed for all the dirt and crimes it causes? For is love less filthy – love which creates life?
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Blow the candle out, I don’t need to see what my thoughts look like.
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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.
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She was cold by nature, self-love predominating over passion; rather than being virtuous, she preferred to have her pleasures all to herself.
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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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When you have a sorrow that is too great it leaves no room for any other.
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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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They talked so, with secret hearts, without needing words, talking of other things. They could have suddenly continued their confessions aloud, without ceasing to understand each other.
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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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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 conclusion does not belong to the artist.
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