“he was carried aloft, for the moment, on one of those great waves of hope from which he was usually plunged deep… — Émile Zola Copy Share Image
Every wave is a water sprite who swims in the current, each current is a path which snakes towards my palace, and… — Emile Zola Copy Share Image
“... Have you ever reflected that posterity may not be the faultless dispenser of justice that we dream of? One consoles oneself for being insulted and denied, by reyling on the equity of the centuries to come; just as the faithful endure all the abominations of this earth in the firm belief of another life, in which each will be… — Emile Zola Copy Share
“Albine now yielded to him, and Serge possessed her. And the whole garden was engulfed together with the couple in one last cry of love's passion. The tree-trunks bent as under a powerful wind. The blades of grass emitted sobs of intoxication. The flowers, fainting, lips half-open, breathed out their souls. The sky itself, aflame with the setting of the… — Émile Zola Copy Share
She was cold by nature, self-love predominating over passion; rather than being virtuous, she preferred to have her pleasures all to herself. — Emile Zola Copy Share Image
“And then there was pain and blood and tears, all those things that cause suffering and revolt, the killing of Françoise, the… — Émile Zola Copy Share Image
“Never subject to the rules, believing that the correct judgement and healthy nature keep her in the honesty she lived in.” — Émile Zola Copy Share Image
“Hélène, her eyes once more raised and remote, was deep in a dream. She was Lady Rowena, she was in love, with the deep… — Émile Zola Copy Share Image
How evil life must be if it were indeed necessary that such imploring cries, such cries of physical and moral wretchedness, should ever and… — Emile Zola Copy Share Image
“he was carried aloft, for the moment, on one of those great waves of hope from which he was usually plunged deep into the… — Émile Zola Copy Share Image
“Death had to take her little by little, bit by bit, dragging her along to the bitter end of the miserable existence she'd made… — Émile Zola Copy Share Image
“Lastly, I accuse the first court-martial of having violated the law by condemning an accused person on one document kept secret, and I accuse… — Émile Zola Copy Share Image
“vexation, yet filled with unconscious regret for the terrible unknown things that might have, but had not, happened (23)” — Émile Zola Copy Share Image
“Good gracious!" she exclaimed, "she's been more than an hour in there! When the priests set about cleansing her of her sins, the choir-boys… — Émile Zola Copy Share Image
The only basis for living is believing in life, loving it, and applying the whole force of one's intellect to know it better. — Emile Zola Copy Share Image
“A new dynasty is never founded without a struggle. Blood makes good manure. It will be a good thing for the Rougon family to be founded on a massacre, like many illustrious families." --Monsieur de Carnavant” — Émile Zola Copy Share
I believe that all is illusion and vanity outside the treasure of truths slowly accumulated, and which will never again be lost. I believe… — Emile Zola Copy Share Image
