The thought is a deed. Of all deeds she fertilizes the world most.
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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My fiery protest is simply the cry of my very soul.
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Truth is on the march, and nothing will stop it.
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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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An entire lifetime would not be long enough for you to exhaust the glance of the young harvest-girl.
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It is not necessary that one should humble oneself to deserve assistance, it is sufficient that one should suffer.
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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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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.
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The conclusion does not belong to the artist.
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In my view you cannot claim to have seen something until you have photographed it.
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How evil life must be if it were indeed necessary that such imploring cries, such cries of physical and moral wretchedness, should ever and ever ascend to heaven!
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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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One forges one’s style on the terrible anvil of daily deadlines.
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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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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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Paris flared – Paris, which the divine sun had sown with light, and where in glory waved the great future harvest of Truth and of Justice.
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