Emile Zola Quotes
Top 88 wise famous quotes and sayings by Emile Zola
An entire lifetime would not be long enough for you to exhaust the glance of the young harvest-girl.
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. 
After a time, she believed in the reality of this comedy 
With his mouth open, he gave off that alcoholic smell that you get from an old brandy cask when you take out the bung. 
She wanted to live, and live fully, and to give life, she who loved life! What was the good of existing, if you couldn't give yourself? 
Governments are suspicious of literature because it is a force that eludes them. 
The passion for defiling things was inborn in her. It was not enough for her to destroy them, she had to soil them too. 
Perfection is such a nuisance that I often regret having cured myself of using tobacco. 
The fate of animals is of greater importance to me than the fear of appearing ridiculous; it is indissolubly connected with the fate of men. 
She was cold by nature, self-love predominating over passion; rather than being virtuous, she preferred to have her pleasures all to herself. 
She was a virgin and a warrior, disdainful of the male, which was what eventually convinced people that she really must be off her head. 
If you ask me what I came to do in this world, I, an artist, will answer you: I am here to live out loud. 
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. 
Let us eat, drink and satisfy our coarse appetites, but let us keep our souls sacred and apart. 
It is not necessary that one should humble oneself to deserve assistance, it is sufficient that one should suffer. 
Everything is only a dream. 
When a peasant begins to feel the need for instruction, he usually becomes fiercely calculating. 
I do not despair in the least of ultimate triumph. I repeat it with intense conviction. 
Man's highest duty is to protect animals from cruelty. 
Don't go looking at me like that because you'll wear your eyes out. 
Never subject to the rules, believing that the correct judgement and healthy nature keep her in the honesty she lived in. 
I am an artist ... I am here to live out loud. 
The thought is a deed. Of all deeds she fertilizes the world most. 
Respectable people... What bastards! 
such a strange look of repugnance and horror 
Classical education has deformed everything, and has imposed upon us as geniuses men of correct, facile talent, who follow the beaten track. 
Art is a corner of creation seen through a temperament. 
It is not I who am strong, it is reason, it is truth. 
...it was absurd to have killed a man for nothing... 
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.
Nothing could be more heart rending than this mute and motionless dispair 
The artist is nothing without the gift, but the gift is nothing without work. 
There's only one thing that warms my heart, and that is the thought that we are going to sweep away these bourgeois. 
Sin ought to be something exquisite, my dear boy. 
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. 
O Almighty God, O Divinity, Helpful Power, whoever, whatever Thou mayst be, take pity upon poor mankind and make human suffering cease! All 
I know nothing sadder than a hunchback in love or an ugly woman full of romantic ideals. 
If I cannot overwhelm with my quality, I will overwhelm with my quantity. 
In Paris, everything's for sale: wise virgins, foolish virgins, truth and lies, tears and smiles. 
A new dynasty is never founded without a struggle. Blood makes good manure. 
Since the same human mire remains beneath, does not all civilization reduce itself to the superiority of smelling nice and living well? 
The obligation of a writer is to live out loud. 
Kings may usurp thrones, republics may be established, but the town scarcely stirs. Plassan sleeps while Paris fights. 
Through the centuries, the history of peoples is but a lesson in mutual tolerance. 
There are two men inside the artist, the poet and the craftsman. One is born a poet. One becomes a craftsman. 
When you have a sorrow that is too great it leaves no room for any other. 
The couple fell one atop of the other, struck down, finding consolation, at last, in death. 
It was a peaceful, sunny death, a sleep without end in the calm of the countryside. 
The conclusion does not belong to the artist. 
The festivity had reached that apogee of joy when you face the happy fate of being crushed to death. 
He was possessed now with that obsession for the cross in which so many lips have worn themselves away on crucifixes. 
The only basis for living is believing in life, loving it, and applying the whole force of one's intellect to know it better. 
Art for me ... is a negation of society, an affirmation of the individual, outside of all the rules and all the demands of society. 
When there is no hope in the future, the present appears atrociously bitter. 
But you said so yourself,the poor lass will die of it...Do you really want her to die?'Yes, I'd rather she died than have a bad life.
If you shut up truth, and bury it underground, it will but grow. 
If people can just love each other a little bit, they can be so happy. 
In the sudden change that had come over her heart she no longer recognized herself 
Oh, the fools, like a lot of good little schoolboys, scared to death of anything they've been taught is wrong! 
These young people naturally grow up with ideas different from ours, for they are born for times when we shall no longer be here 
A ruined man fell from her hands like a ripe fruit, to lie rotting on the ground. 
The truth is on the march and nothing will stop it. 
When lovers kiss on the cheeks, it is because they are searching, feeling for one another's lips. Lovers are made by a kiss. 
If you ask me what I came into this life to do, I will tell you: I came to live out loud.