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Emile Zola Quotes

Emile Zola quotes about little

French Novelist April 2, 1840 – September 29, 1902

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Emile Zola quote: "If people can just love each other a little bit, they can be..."
If people can just love each other a little bit, they can be so happy. Emile Zola
I am little concerned with beauty or perfection. I don't care for the great centuries. All I care about is life, struggle, intensity. Emile Zola
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 for herself. They never even knew what she did die of. Some spoke of a chill. But the truth was that she died from poverty, from the filth and the weariness of her wretched life. Emile Zola
Emile Zola quote: "Oh, the fools, like a lot of good little schoolboys, scared to..."
Oh, the fools, like a lot of good little schoolboys, scared to death of anything they've been taught is wrong! Emile Zola
These people came into the world and left it bound to their soil, proliferating on their own dung-hills with slow deliberation like the uncomplicated soul of trees which scatter their seed about their feet, with little conception of any larger world beyond the dun rocks among which they vegetated. Emile Zola
The stench of the manure that Jean was turning had cheered him up a little. He adored its promise of fertility and was sniffing it with the relish of a man smelling a randy woman. Emile Zola
At the street corner, a one-storey house built of freestone, but repulsively decrepit and filthy, seemed to command the entrance, like a gaol. And here, indeed, lived La Mchain, like a vigilant proprietess, ever on the watch, exploiting in person her little population of starving tenants. Emile Zola

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