An entire lifetime would not be long enough for you to exhaust the glance of the young harvest-girl.
EMILE ZOLAOver 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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Did not one spend the first half of one’s days in dreams of happiness and the second half in regrets and terrors?
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It 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!
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When you have a sorrow that is too great it leaves no room for any other.
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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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Governments are suspicious of literature because it is a force that eludes them.
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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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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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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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Don’t go looking at me like that because you’ll wear your eyes out.
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Respectable people, What bastards!
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Art is a corner of creation seen through a temperament.
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I do not despair in the least of ultimate triumph. I repeat it with intense conviction.
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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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The vague torment of ambition.
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The day is not far off when one ordinary carrot may be pregnant with revolution.
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