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.
EMILE ZOLAA god of kindness would be charitable to all. Your god of wrath and punishment is but a monstrous phantasy.
More Emile Zola Quotes
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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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Man’s highest duty is to protect animals from cruelty.
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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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Has science ever retreated? No! It is Catholicism which has always retreated before her, and will always be forced to retreat.
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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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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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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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Classical education has deformed everything, and has imposed upon us as geniuses men of correct, facile talent, who follow the beaten track.
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The day is not far off when one ordinary carrot may be pregnant with revolution.
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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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Let us eat, drink and satisfy our coarse appetites, but let us keep our souls sacred and apart.
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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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If something’s just, I’ll let myself be hacked to bits for it.
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An entire lifetime would not be long enough for you to exhaust the glance of the young harvest-girl.
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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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