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.
EMILE ZOLAWhen you have a sorrow that is too great it leaves no room for any other.
More Emile Zola Quotes
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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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Inability, human incapacity, is the only boundary to an art.
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The road to Lourdes is littered with crutches, but not one wooden leg.
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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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A god of kindness would be charitable to all. Your god of wrath and punishment is but a monstrous phantasy.
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Classical education has deformed everything, and has imposed upon us as geniuses men of correct, facile talent, who follow the beaten track.
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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.
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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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Governments are suspicious of literature because it is a force that eludes them.
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In my view you cannot claim to have seen something until you have photographed it.
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Nothing develops intelligence like travel.
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One forges one’s style on the terrible anvil of daily deadlines.
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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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When truth is buried, it grows. It chokes. It gathers such an explosive force that on the day it bursts out, it blows up everything with it.
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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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