Did not one spend the first half of one’s days in dreams of happiness and the second half in regrets and terrors?
EMILE ZOLAThese young people naturally grow up with ideas different from ours, for they are born for times when we shall no longer be here
More Emile Zola Quotes
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One forges one’s style on the terrible anvil of daily deadlines.
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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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Since the same human mire remains beneath, does not all civilization reduce itself to the superiority of smelling nice and living well?
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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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In my view you cannot claim to have seen something until you have photographed it.
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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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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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There are two men inside the artist, the poet and the craftsman. One is born a poet. One becomes a craftsman.
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A ruined man fell from her hands like a ripe fruit, to lie rotting on the ground.
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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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Respectable people, What bastards!
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If I cannot overwhelm with my quality, I will overwhelm with my quantity.
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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 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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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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