La suprema dicha de la vida, es la convicción de que se es amado; amado por sí mismo, digamos mejor, ama¬do a pesar de sí mismo.
L'âme qui aime et qui souffre est à l'état sublime.
Kada si u najvecim mukama i kada ti se dusa grci od bola,kada se ne zna da li si ziv ili mrtav,ipak se tada za one koje volis uvek nadje neznosti u izobilju.Po tome se poznaju velike duse.Kad sve isce...
Just see how idiotic one can be! One reckons without the good God.
Jean Valjean understood thoroughly the expiation of the former; that personal expiation, the expiation for one’s self. But he did not understand that of these last, that of creatures without reproach...
It seems to me that I am shooting a flower.
It must be remembered that at that epoch the police was not precisely at its ease; the free press embarrassed it; several arbitrary arrests denounced by the newspapers, had echoed even as far as the C...
It is painful to break the sad links to the past
It is nothing to die; it is horrible not to live.
It had been written with one foot in the grave and a finger in heaven. These lines, falling one by one onto the paper, were what could be called soul drops. Who could these pages come from? Who could...
In spring, sad souls grow light, as light falls into cellars at midday.
In days gone by, I stole a loaf of bread in order to live; to-day, in order to live, I will not steal a name.
In all his trials he was sustained and at times even exalted by a secret strength in himself. The soul aids the body and at moments uplifts it. It is the only bird that can endure a cage.
Il possédait comme tout le monde sa terminaison en iste, sans laquelle personne n'aurait pu vivre en ce temps-là, mais il n'était ni royaliste, ni bonapartiste, ni chartiste, ni orléaniste, ni anarchi...
Il n’y a rien de tel pour épier les actions des gens que ceux qu’elles ne regardent pas.
Il dort. Quoique le sort fût pour lui bien étrange,Il vivait. Il mourut quand il n'eut plus son ange.La chose simplement d'elle-même arriva,Comme la nuit se fait lorsque le four s'en va.
If you wish to gain an idea of what revolution is, call it Progress; and if you wish to acquire an idea of the nature of progress, call it To-morrow. To-morrow fulfils its work irresistibly, and it is...
I dedicate this book to the rock of hospitality and liberty, to that portion of old Norman ground inhabited by the noble nation of the sea, to the island of Guernsey, severe yet kind, my present asylu...
I bear the dungeon within me; within me is winter, ice, despair; I have darkness in my soul.
Humanity is identity. All men are made of the same clay. There is no difference, here below, at least, in predestination. The same shadow in front, the same flesh in the present, the same ashes afterw...