Blow the candle out, I don't need to see what my thoughts look like.
Emile ZolaRead
She was cold by nature, self-love predominating over passion; rather than being virtuous, she preferred to have her pleasures all to herself.
Interpretation
The quote describes a person who prioritizes self-love and personal pleasures over love and virtues.
In this quote, Emile Zola illustrates a character who is emotionally distant and self-centered, valuing her own desires above any virtue or connection with others. The idea of being 'cold by nature' suggests a lack of warmth in her relationships, indicating that her self-interest leaves little room for genuine love or compassion for others.
In practice
This quote could be used in a discussion about the importance of emotional connection in relationships.
Blow the candle out, I don't need to see what my thoughts look like.
I believe that all is illusion and vanity outside the treasure of truths slowly accumulated, and which will never again be lost. I believe that the sum of these truths, always increasing, will at last confer on man incalculable power and peace, if not happiness. Yes, I believe in the final triumph of life.
A ruined man fell from her hands like a ripe fruit, to lie rotting on the ground.
Oh, the fools, like a lot of good little schoolboys, scared to death of anything they've been taught is wrong!
Did not one spend the first half of one's days in dreams of happiness and the second half in regrets and terrors?
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.
The lover's fatal identity is precisely this: I am the one who waits.
Loneliness is the worst pain in this world. It constantly eats away the person's heart, and can cause the person to hate, to feel enraged. It is like a wound of the heart; the type of wounds that cannot go away with a kiss or a hug. The only thing that can make this great pain go away is love and compassion, another human heart to pull them out of this hell.
How could it be that you could love someone so much and keep it secret from yourself as you woke daily so far from home?
She wasn't much to look at but she was something to think about.
Because we would not wear any clothes because it was so hot and the windows open and the swallows flying over the roofs of the houses and when it was dark afterward and you went to the window very small bats hunting over the houses and close down over the trees and we would drink capri and the door locked and it hot and only a sheet and the whole night and we would both love each other all night in the hot night in Milan. That was how it ought to be.
My lips got lost on the way to the kiss - that's how drunk I was.
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