Often when we think we are knotting one thread, we are tying quite another.
Nothing is more charming than the glow of happiness amid squalor. There is a rose-tinted attic in all our lives.
Ništa je umreti - strašno je ne živeti.
Nevertheless, in certain respects and in certain places, despite philosophy, despite progress, the spirit of the cloister lingers on, in the middle of the nineteenth century, and a bizarre new outbrea...
Nature is pitiless; she never withdraws her flowers, her music, her fragrance and her sunlight, from before human cruelty or suffering. She overwhelms man by the contrast between divine beauty and soc...
My misfortune is that I still resemble a man too much. I should liked to be wholly a beast like that goat. - Quasimodo
Love is the only ecstasy, everything else weeps.
Love is a fault; be it so. Fantine was innocence floating upon the surface of this fault.
Love each other well and always. There is nothing else but that in the world: love for each other.
Let us be like a bird for a moment perched On a frail branch when he sings;
Let that vile sand which you trample under foot be cast into the furnace, let it melt and seethe there, it will become a splendid crystal, and it is thanks to it that Galileo and Newton will discover...
Just see how idiotic one can be! One reckons without the good God.
J'étais dans la mort; tu m'as remise dans la vie. Toi là, c'est le ciel à côté de moi. Donne-moi ta main, que je touche Dieu!
In the morning, when he entered my room, I grumbled, but he was like the sunlight to me, all the same. One cannot defend oneself against those brats. They take hold of you, they hold you fast, they ne...
In spring, sad souls grow light, as light falls into cellars at midday.
If they had had a different neighbour, one less self-absorbed and more concerned for others, a man of normal, charitable instincts, their desperate state would not have gone unnoticed, their distress-...
If there is anything more heart-breaking than a body perishing for lack of bread, it is a soul which is dying from hunger for the light.
If there did not exist some one who loved, the sun would become extinct.
If one could only get out of a grief as one gets out of a city!
I never realized my ugliness till now. When I compared myself with you, I pity myself indeed, poor unhappy monster that I am! I must seem to you like some awful beast, eh? You,-you are a sunbeam, a dr...