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La Faute de l'abbé Mouret (Les Rougon-Macquart, #5) QUOTES

La Faute de l'abbé Mouret (Les Rougon-Macquart, #5) QUOTES

1 " For a few moments, raising his arms desperately, the Reverend Mouret implored Heaven. His shoulder-blades cracked, with such fantastic force did he pray. But soon enough his arms fell to his sides, his hopes abashed. From heaven came one of those silences utterly void of hope known to the devout. "

― Émile Zola , La Faute de l'abbé Mouret (Les Rougon-Macquart, #5)

2 " There Albine lay, panting, exhausted by love, her hands clutched closer and closer to her heart, breathing her last. She parted her lips, seeking the kiss which should obliterate her, and then the hyacinths and tuberoses exhaled their incense, wrapping her in a final sigh, so profound that it drowned the chorus of roses, and in this culminating gasp of blossom, Albine was dead. "

― Émile Zola , La Faute de l'abbé Mouret (Les Rougon-Macquart, #5)

3 " He was possessed now with that obsession for the cross in which so many lips have worn themselves away on crucifixes. "

― Émile Zola , La Faute de l'abbé Mouret (Les Rougon-Macquart, #5)

4 " 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. "

― Émile Zola , La Faute de l'abbé Mouret (Les Rougon-Macquart, #5)

5 " Vous ne le voyez pas, lorsqu'il baisse lentement les paupières, comme pour éteindre ses yeux. "

― Émile Zola , La Faute de l'abbé Mouret (Les Rougon-Macquart, #5)

6 " Et il est capable de s'écraser le cœur comme on écrase une puce. "

― Émile Zola , La Faute de l'abbé Mouret (Les Rougon-Macquart, #5)

7 " La nuit tombait, le jardin n'était plus qu'un grand cercueil d'ombre. "

― Émile Zola , La Faute de l'abbé Mouret (Les Rougon-Macquart, #5)

8 " La nuit, je m'éveille, serrant le vide, serrant ton rêve. "

― Émile Zola , La Faute de l'abbé Mouret (Les Rougon-Macquart, #5)

9 " Oui, tout son mal venait de ce rire qu'il avait bu. "

― Émile Zola , La Faute de l'abbé Mouret (Les Rougon-Macquart, #5)

10 " On ne garde pas ainsi son mal sur la conscience, jusqu'à en étouffer. "

― Émile Zola , La Faute de l'abbé Mouret (Les Rougon-Macquart, #5)

11 " On cause de son mal, on ne se coupe pas le cœur en quatre tout d'un coup, on s'habitue à la séparation, enfin ! "

― Émile Zola , La Faute de l'abbé Mouret (Les Rougon-Macquart, #5)

12 " Tu as traversé toutes nos joies, sans les voir, sans les entendre, sans les sentir. "

― Émile Zola , La Faute de l'abbé Mouret (Les Rougon-Macquart, #5)

13 " He mused on this village of his, which had sprung up in this place, amid the stones, like the gnarled undergrowth of the valley. All Artaud's inhabitants were inter-related, all bearing the same surname to such an extent that they used double-barrelled names from the cradle up, to distinguish one from another. At some antecedent date an ancestral Artaud had come like an outcast, to establish himself in this waste land. His family had grown with the savage vitality of the vegetation, drawing nourishment from this stone till it had become a tribe, then the tribe turned to a community, till they could not sort out their cousinage, going back for generations. They inter-married with unblushing promiscuity. "

― Émile Zola , La Faute de l'abbé Mouret (Les Rougon-Macquart, #5)

14 " Ne doutez pas de moi, laissez-moi la force de me vaincre. "

― Émile Zola , La Faute de l'abbé Mouret (Les Rougon-Macquart, #5)

15 " Le mépris de la science lui venait ; il voulait rester ignorant, afin de garder l'humilité de sa foi. "

― Émile Zola , La Faute de l'abbé Mouret (Les Rougon-Macquart, #5)

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

― Émile Zola , La Faute de l'abbé Mouret (Les Rougon-Macquart, #5)

17 " Albine now yielded to him, and Serge possessed her.
And the whole garden was engulfed together with the couple in one last cry of love's passion. The tree-trunks bent as under a powerful wind. The blades of grass emitted sobs of intoxication. The flowers, fainting, lips half-open, breathed out their souls. The sky itself, aflame with the setting of the great star, held its clouds motionless, faint with love, whence superhuman rapture fell. And it was the victory of all the wild creatures, all plants and all things natural, which willed the entry of these two children into the eternity of life. "

― Émile Zola , La Faute de l'abbé Mouret (Les Rougon-Macquart, #5)

18 " Raising her arms, she defied Heaven.
'So,' she cried, 'you prefer your God to me? You think he is stronger than I am. You think he will love you better than I would? Ah, what a child you are! Do stop talking such twaddle. What we are going to do is go back to the garden together, and love each other, be happy and free, for that is life. "

― Émile Zola , La Faute de l'abbé Mouret (Les Rougon-Macquart, #5)

19 " As for you, you’re a parson,’ he muttered; ‘you did well; a parson’s a very happy man. The calling absorbs you, eh? And so you’ve taken to the good path. Well! you would never have been satisfied otherwise. Your relatives, starting like you, have done a deal of evil, and still they are unsatisfied. It’s all logically perfect, my lad. A priest completes the family. Besides, it was inevitable. Our blood was bound to run to that. So much the better for you; you have had the most luck. "

― Émile Zola , La Faute de l'abbé Mouret (Les Rougon-Macquart, #5)

20 " [...] il n’envisageait que les biens célestes, ne pouvant comprendre qu’on mît en balance une éternité de félicité avec quelques heures d’une joie périssable. "

― Émile Zola , La Faute de l'abbé Mouret (Les Rougon-Macquart, #5)