The arms of mothers are made of tenderness; in them children sleep profoundly.
Svarbiausia, neišsigimk į žmogų.
Suddenly she let fly with this: It's nice here!It was a ghastly dump, but she felt free.
So long as ignorance and poverty exist on earth, books of the nature of Les Miserables cannot fail to be of use.
So long as ignorance and misery remain on earth, books like this cannot be useless.
She went back down to the garden, feeling like a queen, hearing the birds sing—this was in winter—seeing the sky all golden, the sun in the trees, flowers among the shrubs, bewildered, wild, giddy wit...
She was satisfied after the manner of that Arab woman, who, having received a box on the ear from her husband, went to complain to her father, and cried for vengeance, saying: Father, you owe my husba...
She had witnessed a conflict between two men who held her liberty in their hands, her very life and that of her child; one had sought to drag her deeper into darkness, the other to restore her to ligh...
She gave anyone who saw her a sensation of April and of dawn. There was dew in her eyes. Cosette was a condensation of auroral light in womanly form.
Revolutions spring not from accident, but from necessity. A revolution is a return from the factitious to the real. It takes place because it must.
Revolutionists are accused of sowing fear abroad. Every barricade seems a crime. Their theories are incriminated, their aim suspected, their ulterior motive is feared, their conscience denounced. They...
Red, for the blood of angry men, black, for the night that will finally end.
People are unlearning certain things, and they do well, provided that, while unlearning them they learn this: There is no vacuum in the human heart. Certain demolitions take place, and it is well that...
Penetrate, at certain hours, past the livid face of a human being who is engaged in reflection, and look behind, gaze into that soul, gaze into that obscurity. There, beneath that external silence, ba...
Oh! would that we were lying side by side in the same grave, hand in hand, and from time to time, in the darkness, gently caressing a finger -- that would suffice for my eternity!
Of a disposition at once unsociable and talkative, desiring to see no one, yet wishing to converse with some one, he got out of the difficulty by talking to himself.
Nothing could be so poignant and so terrible as this face, wherein was displayed all that may be designated as the evil of the good.
No tenían ya palabras. Las estrellas empezaban a brillar. ¿Cómo fue que sus labios se encontraron? ¿Cómo es que el pájaro canta, que la nieve se funde, que la rosa se abre? Un beso; eso fue todo. Los...
No temamos nunca ni a los ladrones ni a los asesinos: esos son los peligros exteriores, los pequeños peligros. Las preocupaciones, esas son los ladrones; los vicios, esos son los asesinos. Los grandes...
Neither was to blame for the way they felt, because Marius was someone who embraces sorry and dwells in it, but Cosette felt it deeply but recovered.