"Therese Raquin" Quotes

I cannot bear it any longer; I shall go mad if I have to go on living with these people.

Ah! the sweetness of that love she had for him, the delight of that vice.

Every night, lying there under their roof, she dreamt of leaving them forever, going to Paris, living her own life.

She appeared to be asleep, but her wild and wide-open eyes belied her deadness.

That was death passing through her flesh, lighting it with a kind of scarlet haze.

There is often more to be learned from the unexpected questions of a child than the discourses of philosophers.

They seemed like man and wife gone mad with shame.

Here she had knowledge of love and suffering, of the agony of happiness and the joy of despair.

Every throb of her arteries, every beat of her heart, urged her towards love.

The terrible orgies she had with Laurent became, in the end, as swollen, time-consuming and sticky as all her other responsibilities.