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.
EMILE ZOLAWhen a peasant begins to feel the need for instruction, he usually becomes fiercely calculating.
More Emile Zola Quotes
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Art is a corner of creation seen through a temperament.
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Truth is on the march, and nothing will stop it.
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When sometimes, behind his back, they called him a tyrant, he merely smiled and uttered this profound observation: If some day I turn liberal, they will say I have let them down.
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Don’t go looking at me like that because you’ll wear your eyes out.
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Respectable people, What bastards!
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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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It is not necessary that one should humble oneself to deserve assistance, it is sufficient that one should suffer.
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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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The past was but the cemetery of our illusions: one simply stubbed one’s toes on the gravestones.
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When a peasant begins to feel the need for instruction, he usually becomes fiercely calculating.
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Art for me…is a negation of society, an affirmation of the individual, outside of all the rules and all the demands of society.
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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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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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Civilization will not attain to its perfection until the last stone from the last church falls on the last priest.
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Lovers are made by a kiss.
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