Ma bouche n'avait pas dit une chose que deja ton coeur avait repondu.
Love is a fault; so be it. Fantine was innocence floating high over fault.
Let us never fear robbers nor murderers. Those are dangers from without, petty dangers. Let us fear ourselves. Prejudices are the real robbers; vices are the real murderers. The great dangers lie with...
Let us have compassion on the chastised. Alas! Who are we ourselves? Who am I who now address you? Who are you who are listening to me? And are you very sure that we have done nothing before we were b...
Las mujeres juegan con su belleza como los niños con un cuchillo, y se hieren.
Large, heavy, ragged black clouds hung like crape hammocks beneath the starry cope of the night. You would have said that they were the cobwebs of the firmament.
LES MISÉRABLES VOLUME
Knowing that she was beautiful, she was thoroughly conscious, though in an indistinct fashion, that she possessed a weapon. Women play with their beauty as children do with a knife. They wound themsel...
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...
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 necessary that society should look at these things, because it is itself which creates them.
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 these aspirations, much more than in deliberate, rational coordinated ideas, is the real character of a man to be found. Our chimeras are the things which the most resemble us. Each
In short, between men and women you want...Equality.Equality! You can't mean it. Man and woman are two different creatures.I said equality. I didn't say identity.
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.
In 1815, M. Charles-Francois-Bienvenu Myriel was Bishop of D—— He was an old man of about seventy-five years of age; he had occupied the see of D—— since 1806.
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.
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.