Quotes from Pot-Bouille — Émile Zola
1840–1902 France
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When younger, he had been fun-loving to the point of tedium.
Pot-Bouille (1882)
She was cold by nature, self-love predominating over passion; rather than being virtuous, she preferred to have her pleasures all to herself.
Pot-Bouille (1882)
The shelves had the melancholy emptiness and the false luxury of families where inferior meat is purchased so as to be able to put flowers on the table.
Pot-Bouille (1882)
He wept for truth which was dead, for Heaven which was void. Beyond the marble walls and gleaming jewelled altars, the huge plaster Christ had no longer a single drop of blood in its veins.
Pot-Bouille (1882)
Monsieur Josserand died very quietly—a victim of his own honesty. He had lived a useless life, and he went off, worthy to the last, weary of all the petty things in life, done to death by the heartless conduct of the only human beings he had ever loved.
Pot-Bouille (1882)
Her anger was rekindled.
"You see, I keep it to myself, but, oh! it’s more than I can stand. Don’t say anything, sir; don’t say anything, or I’ll explode!"
He said nothing, and she exploded all the same.
Pot-Bouille (1882)