A ruined man fell from her hands like a ripe fruit, to lie rotting on the ground.
EMILE ZOLAIn my view you cannot claim to have seen something until you have photographed it.
More Emile Zola Quotes
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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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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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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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I am little concerned with beauty or perfection. I don’t care for the great centuries. All I care about is life, struggle, intensity.
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If people can just love each other a little bit, they can be so happy.
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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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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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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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The past was but the cemetery of our illusions: one simply stubbed one’s toes on the gravestones.
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When lovers kiss on the cheeks, it is because they are searching, feeling for one another’s lips. Lovers are made by a kiss.
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If I cannot overwhelm with my quality, I will overwhelm with my quantity.
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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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Yes! 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.
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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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Inability, human incapacity, is the only boundary to an art.
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