Quotes from Émile Zola

en lo más hondo de aquel empecinamiento, clamaba la rebelión del modesto fabricante artesano contra la invasora vulgaridad de los artículos de bazar.

On m'a soufflé mon dernier coin de soleil : C'est de la farce.

Yes, all you French workers have that one idea: you want to dig up a treasure and live on it for evermore in selfish and lazy isolation. You make a great song against the rich, but when fortune give you some money you haven't the guts to give it back to the poor. You will never deserve to be happy so long as you have personal possessions, and your hatred of the bourgeois simply comes from your mad desire to be bourgeois yourselves in their place!

At nine o'clock in the evening the body of the house at the Theatres des Varietes was still all but empty. A few individuals, it is true, were sitting quietly waiting in the balcony and stalls, but these were lost, as it were, among the ranges of seats whose coverings of cardinal velvet loomed in the subdued light of the dimly burning luster.

The house beneath slumbered in unbroken stillness. The silence filled his ears with a hum, which grew into a sound of whispering voices. Slowly and irresistibly these voices mastered him and increased the feeling of anxiety which had almost choked him several times that day. What could be the cause of such mental anguish? What could be the strange trouble which had slowly grown within him and had now become so unbearable? He had not fallen into sin.

Tais-toi, rêveuse ! Tu me fais trembler ... Tu te briseras les os, en retombant sur terre.

But now the miner was waking up under the ground, germinating in the earth like good seed, and one fine morning you would see him springing up like corn in the fields; yes, men would spring up, an army of men to bring justice back into the world.

He only understood one thing well: the shaft swallowed men by mouthfuls of twenty or thirty, and with so easy a gulp that it seemed to feel nothing go down.

They, poor devils, were just machine-fodder, they were penned like cattle in housing estates, the big Companies were gradually dominating their whole lives, regulating slavery, threatening to enlist all the nation's workers, millions of hands to increase the wealth of a thousand idlers.

Bu suçlamalarda bulunurken, 29 temmuz 1881 tarihli Bas?n Yasas?n?n 30 ve 31. maddelerine kar?? geldiÄŸimi, bu yasan?n lekeleme suçlar?na ceza belirlediÄŸini bilmiyor deÄŸilim. Ä°steyerek kendimi tehlikeye at?yorum.

For a moment he was filled with envy, revolt, and bitter jealousy. He asked himself why he was poor whilst others were rich.

Então era possível que uma pessoa se matasse num trabalho de escravo, no fundo dessas trevas horrendas, e nem sequer conseguisse ganhar os parcos tostões para o pão de cada dia?

she offered herself to him with that quiet expression which is peculiar to a good-natured courtesan.

Gerçek topra??n alt?na kapat?ld??? zaman, orada öyle bir toplan?r öyle bir patlama gücü kazan?r ki, patlad??? gün her ÅŸeyi kendisiyle birlikte havaya uçurur.

A last red ray lighting up that stern soldier-like head, on which the tonsure lay like a cicatrised wound from the blow of a club; then the ray faded away and the priest, now wrapped in shadow, seemed nothing more than a black silhouette against the ashy grey of the gloaming.

war is] life itself...We must eat or be eaten so that the world might live. it is only warlike nations which have prospered: a nation dies as soon as it disarms

Homens brotavam, um exército negro, vingador, que germinava lentamente nos sulcos da terra, crescendo para as colheitas do século futuro, cuja germinação não tardaria em fazer rebentar a terra.

Kalau kau sendiri tidak senang melakukan sesuatu, itu bukan alasan untuk mencegah orang lain menyukainya.

He was a young dandy, and his habiliments, even to his gloves, were entirely yellow.

You have an immense fault which will close all doors against you: you cannot converse for two minutes with a fool without showing him that he is one.

If the earth was restful and good to those who loved it, the villagers contaminating it like vermin, those human insects battening on it's flesh, were enough to disgrace it and blight any approach to it.

no le había quedado más remedio que hacerse una confesión: aún temblaba al ver pasar a Mouret, pero ahora sabía que no era de miedo.

Angélique loved solitude; and it was a real and joyous recreation for her to spend time alone in her bedroom, evening and morning: here she could give free rein to her fantasy, and escape into the world of her daydreams.

C'était comme un éclair de passion, rapide et aveuglant, dans un ciel mort.