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.
EMILE ZOLAShe 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.
More Emile Zola Quotes
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I do not despair in the least of ultimate triumph. I repeat it with intense conviction.
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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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In Paris, everything’s for sale: wise virgins, foolish virgins, truth and lies, tears and smiles.
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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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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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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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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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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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The artist is nothing without the gift, but the gift is nothing without work.
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Art is a corner of creation seen through a temperament.
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Don’t go looking at me like that because you’ll wear your eyes out.
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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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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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Has science ever retreated? No! It is Catholicism which has always retreated before her, and will always be forced to retreat.
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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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