Respectable people, What bastards!
EMILE ZOLAIt all seemed a hollow sham now – that strict code, that conscientious virtue that condemned her to the sterile joys of pious women! No, no, she’d had enough of that; she wanted to live!
More Emile Zola Quotes
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The vague torment of ambition.
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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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Through the centuries, the history of peoples is but a lesson in mutual tolerance.
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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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I would rather die of passion than of boredom.
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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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The past was but the cemetery of our illusions: one simply stubbed one’s toes on the gravestones.
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I am an artist. I am here to live out loud.
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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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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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When a peasant begins to feel the need for instruction, he usually becomes fiercely calculating.
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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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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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I do not despair in the least of ultimate triumph. I repeat it with intense conviction.
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Civilization will not attain to its perfection until the last stone from the last church falls on the last priest.
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