When sometimes, behind his back, they called him a tyrant, he merely smiled and uttered this profound observation: If some day I turn liberal, they will say I have let them down.
EMILE ZOLAThey dared not peer down into their own natures, down into the feverish confusion that filled their minds with a kind of dense, acrid mist.
More Emile Zola Quotes
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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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If something’s just, I’ll let myself be hacked to bits for it.
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Truth is on the march, and nothing will stop it.
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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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The past was but the cemetery of our illusions: one simply stubbed one’s toes on the gravestones.
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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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Lovers are made by a kiss.
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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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The conclusion does not belong to the artist.
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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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If you shut up truth, and bury it underground, it will but grow.
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Violence has never prospered, you can’t remake the world in a day. Anyone who promises to change everything for you all at once is either a fool or a rogue!
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Respectable people, What bastards!
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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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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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