He caught her, she fell, he caught her in his arms, he held her tightly unconscious of what he was doing. He held her up, though tottering himself. He felt as if his head were filled with smoke; flash...
God gives air to men; the law sells it to them.
Every skull-cap may dream of the tiara.
D'une complexion farouche et bavarde, ayant le désir de ne voir personne et le besoin de parler à quelqu'un, il se tirait d'affaire en se parlant à lui-même. Quiconque a vécu solitaire sait à quel poi...
Cosette, in her seclusion, like Marius in his, was all ready to take fire. Destiny, with its mysterious and fatal patience, was slowly bringing these two beings near each other, fully charged and all...
Children have their morning song as well as birds.
Bonapartist democrat.Grey shades of a quiet mouse colour.
A wretched woman is more unfortunate than a wretched man, because she is an instrument of pleasure.
Imala je hladno srce. Nije to bila njena krivnja, nije joj nedostajalao sposobnosti da voli; jao! nedostajala joj je mogućnost.
One day of happiness is worth more than a lifetime of sorrow .... Under ordinary circumstances, jealousy is a suspicion to the person who excites it and degrading to the person who indulges it.
Thought is the toil of the intelligence, revery its voluptuousness. To replace thought with revery is to confound a poison with a food.
To attempt, to brave, to persist, and persevere, to be faithful to one's self, to wrestle with destiny, to astound the catastrophe by the slight fear which is causes us, now to confront unjust power,...
The human soul has still greater need of the ideal than of the real. It is by the real that we exist, it is by the ideal that we live.
Have courage for the great sorrows of life and patience for the small ones; and when you have laboriously accomplished your daily task, go to sleep in peace. God is awake.
One is not idle because one is absorbed. There is both visible and invisible labor. To contemplate is to toil, to think is to do. The crossed arms work, the clasped hands act. The eyes upturned to Hea...
Amnesty is as good for those who give it as for those who receive it. It has the admirable quality of bestowing mercy on both sides.
أصبحت كمن يموتون فى الثلوج، أجد لذة فى اقتراب النوم الأخير
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Where there are many mouths which talk, and very few heads which think.
Without knowing it, Javert in his awful happiness was deserving of pity, like every ignorant man who triumphs. Nothing could have been more poignant or more heartrending than that countenance on which...