The day is not far off when one ordinary carrot may be pregnant with revolution.
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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The vague torment of ambition.
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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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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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A ruined man fell from her hands like a ripe fruit, to lie rotting on the ground.
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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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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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Yes! live life with every fibre of one’s being, surrender oneself to it, with no thoughts of rebellion, without deluding oneself that one can improve it and render it painless.
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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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If people can just love each other a little bit, they can be so happy.
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If something’s just, I’ll let myself be hacked to bits for it.
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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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In love as in speculation there is much filth; in love also, people think only of their own gratification; yet without love there would be no life, and the world would come to an end.
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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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Oh, the fools, like a lot of good little schoolboys, scared to death of anything they’ve been taught is wrong!
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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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