The artist is nothing without the gift, but the gift is nothing without work.

— Emile Zola

The most staggering Emile Zola quotes that will inspire your inner self

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 would rather die of passion than of boredom.

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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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Man's highest duty is to protect animals from cruelty.

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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.

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Governments are suspicious of literature because it is a force that eludes them.

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I have but one passion: to enlighten those who have been kept in the dark, in the name of humanity which has suffered so much and is entitled to happiness. My fiery protest is simply the cry of my very soul.

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The road to Lourdes is littered with crutches, but not one wooden leg.

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There are two men inside the artist, the poet and the craftsman.

One is born a poet. One becomes a craftsman.

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A god of kindness would be charitable to all.

Your god of wrath and punishment is but a monstrous phantasy.

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A new dynasty is never founded without a struggle. Blood makes good manure.

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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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About Emile Zola

Quotes 83 sayings
Nationality French
Profession Novelist
Birthday April 2, 1840

If people can just love each other a little bit, they can be so happy.

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If I cannot overwhelm with my quality, I will overwhelm with my quantity.

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I am an artist... I am here to live out loud.

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In love as in speculation there is much filth;

in love also, people think only of their own gratification; yet without love there would be no life, and the world would come to an end.

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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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Over all crowds there seems to float a vague distress, an atmosphere of pervasive melancholy, as if any large gathering of people creates an aura of terror and pity.

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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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The word realist means nothing to me, because I would subordinate reality to temperament. Give me what is true and I applaud; but give me what is individual and alive and I applaud even more.

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Classical education has deformed everything, and has imposed upon us as geniuses men of correct, facile talent, who follow the beaten track.

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Let us eat, drink and satisfy our coarse appetites, but let us keep our souls sacred and apart.

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I am an artist. I am here to live out loud.

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My fiery protest is simply the cry of my very soul.

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One forges one's style on the terrible anvil of daily deadlines.

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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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What will be the death of me are buillabaisses, food spiced with pimiento, shellfish, and a load of exquisite rubbish which I eat in disproportionate quantities.

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A ruined man fell from her hands like a ripe fruit, to lie rotting on the ground.

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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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Perfection is such a nuisance that I often regret having cured myself of using tobacco.

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From the moment I start a new novel, life's just one endless torture.

The first few chapters may go fairly well and I may feel there's still a chance to prove my worth, but that feeling soon disappears and every day I feel less and less satisfied.

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Inability, human incapacity, is the only boundary to an art.

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Through the centuries, the history of peoples is but a lesson in mutual tolerance.

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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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In Paris, everything's for sale: wise virgins, foolish virgins, truth and lies, tears and smiles.

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Every wave is a water sprite who swims in the current, each current is a path which snakes towards my palace, and my palace is fluidly built at the bottom of the lake, in the triangle of earth, fire and water.

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Art is a corner of creation seen through a temperament.

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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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The vague torment of ... ambition.

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And that wreched creature without hands or feet, who had to be put to bed and fed like a child, that pitiable remnant of a man, whose almost vanished life was nothing more than one scream of pain, cried out in furious indignation: 'What a fool one must be to go and kill oneself!' " - 'Joy of Life

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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.

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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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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.

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In my view you cannot claim to have seen something until you have photographed it.

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If you shut up truth and bury it under the ground, it will but grow up, and gather to itself such explosive power that the day it bursts through it will blow up everything in its way.

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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.

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The truth is on the march and nothing will stop it.

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Oh, the fools, like a lot of good little schoolboys, scared to death of anything they've been taught is wrong!

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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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