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 ZOLAIf you shut up truth, and bury it underground, it will but grow.
More Emile Zola Quotes
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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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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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The artist is nothing without the gift, but the gift is nothing without work.
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Sin ought to be something exquisite, my dear boy.
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Lovers are made by a kiss.
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When a peasant begins to feel the need for instruction, he usually becomes fiercely calculating.
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I am an artist. I am here to live out loud.
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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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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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Don’t go looking at me like that because you’ll wear your eyes out.
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A new dynasty is never founded without a struggle. Blood makes good manure.
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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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Paris flared – Paris, which the divine sun had sown with light, and where in glory waved the great future harvest of Truth and of Justice.
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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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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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