What will be the death of me are buillabaisses, food spiced with pimiento, shellfish, and a load of exquisite rubbish which I eat in disproportionate quantities.
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 would rather die of passion than of boredom.
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Perfection is such a nuisance that I often regret having cured myself of using tobacco.
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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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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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It is not I who am strong, it is reason, it is truth.
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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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Since the same human mire remains beneath, does not all civilization reduce itself to the superiority of smelling nice and living well?
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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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The only basis for living is believing in life, loving it, and applying the whole force of one’s intellect to know it better.
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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 thought is a deed. Of all deeds she fertilizes the world most.
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The artist is nothing without the gift, but the gift is nothing without work.
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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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Art is a corner of creation seen through a temperament.
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Blow the candle out, I don’t need to see what my thoughts look like.
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