Yes, the brutalities of progress are called revolutions. When they are over, this is recognised: that the human race has been harshly treated, but that it has advanced.
The women laughed and wept; the crowd stamped their feet enthusiastically, for at that moment Quasimodo was really beautiful. He was handsome — this orphan, this foundling, this outcast.
. .where there is no more hope, song remains.
You were right to come to see a dying man. It is right that these moments should have witnesses. Everyone has his dream; I would like to live till dawn, but I know I have less than three hours left. I...
Life's greatest happiness is to be convinced we are loved.
Who has been unhooking the stars without my permission, and putting them on the table in the guise of candles?
Blacheville smiles with the self-satisfied smugness of a man whose vanity is tickled
Plunged into chance,--that is to say, swallowed up in Providence
Rhyme, that enslaved queen, that supreme charm of our poetry, that creator of our meter.
To love beauty is to see light.
This light of history is pitiless; it has a strange and divine quality that, luminous as it is, and precisely because it is luminous, often casts a shadow just where we saw a radiance; out of the same...
Ne može se spriječiti misao da se vrati samoj sebi, kao što se ne može spriječiti more da se vrati obali. Za mornara, to se zove plima; za krivca, to se zove grižnja savjesti. Bog podiže dušu kao i oc...
Ima jedan prizor koji je veći od mora, to je nebo; ima jedan prizor koji je veći od neba, to je unutrašnjost duše.
If there is anything terrible, if there exists a reality which surpasses dreams, it is this: to live, to see the sun; to be in full possession of virile force; to possess health and joy; to laugh vali...
I'd rather be the head of a fly than the tail of a lion.
Laughter is the sun that drives winter from the human face.
To love another person is to see the face of God.
With the exercise of a little care, the nettle could be made useful; it is neglected and it becomes hurtful. It is exterminated. How many men resemble the nettle! He added with a pause: Remember this,...
Where women are honored, the divinities are pleased. Where they are despised, it is useless to pray to God.
Now for my pains, promise me-And she hesitated.What? asked Marius.Promise me!I promise you.Promise to kiss me on the forehead when I’m dead. I’ll feel it.She let her head fall back on Marius’s knees a...