The past was but the cemetery of our illusions: one simply stubbed one’s toes on the gravestones.
EMILE ZOLAYes! 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.
More Emile Zola Quotes
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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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She was cold by nature, self-love predominating over passion; rather than being virtuous, she preferred to have her pleasures all to herself.
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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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If people can just love each other a little bit, they can be so happy.
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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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Perfection is such a nuisance that I often regret having cured myself of using tobacco.
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The road to Lourdes is littered with crutches, but not one wooden leg.
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One forges one’s style on the terrible anvil of daily deadlines.
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Blow the candle out, I don’t need to see what my thoughts look like.
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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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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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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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Did science promise happiness? I do not believe it. It promised truth, and the question is to know if we will ever make happiness with truth.
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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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