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!
EMILE ZOLAI am an artist. I am here to live out loud.
More Emile Zola Quotes
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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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Civilization will not attain to its perfection until the last stone from the last church falls on the last priest.
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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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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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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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If you shut up truth, and bury it underground, it will but grow.
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The day is not far off when one ordinary carrot may be pregnant with revolution.
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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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I have but one passion: to enlighten those who have been kept in the dark, in the name of humanity which has suffered so much and is entitled to happiness. My fiery protest is simply the cry of my very soul.
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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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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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Nothing develops intelligence like travel.
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Don’t go looking at me like that because you’ll wear your eyes out.
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Over 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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