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His mind could do without faith, but his heart could not do without friendship.
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The aim to which I have aspired for so many years, my nightly dream, the object of my prayers in heaven, Security- I have gained it. It is God's will. I must do nothing contrary to the will of God. And why is it God's will? That I may carry on what I have begun, that I may do good, that I may be one day a grand and encouraging example, that it may be said that there was finally some little happiness resulting from this suffering which I hav..
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Les Miserables is first of all the product of a varied experience of the world, containing the perceptions of an entire life. And this image of reality is also a realistic image. The symbol, as Hugo uses it, does not idealize things; rather, it expresses their spiritual meaning without disguising them.
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M. Myriel had to undergo the fate of every newcomer in a little town, where there are many mouths which talk, and very few heads which think. He was obliged to undergo it although he was a bishop, and because he was a bishop. But after all, the rumors with which his name was connected were rumors only,--noise, sayings, words; less than words-- palabres, as the energetic language of the South expresses it.
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Every torment they had experienced was returned to them an intoxication. It seemed to them that the griefs , the sleeplessness, the tears, the anguish, the dismay, the despair, became caresses and radiance...and that their sorrows were so many servants preparing their joy. To have suffered, how good it is! Their grief made a halo around their happiness.
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Darkness makes the brain giddy. Man needs light. Whoever plunges into the opposite of day feels his heart chilled. When the eye sees blackness, the mind sees trouble. In an eclipse, in night, in the sooty darkness, there is an anxiety even to the strongest. Nobody walks alone at night in the forest without trembling. Darkness and trees, two formidable depths - a reality of chimeras appears in the indistinct distance. The Inconceivable outli..
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Just see how idiotic one can be! One reckons without the good God.
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Particularly at those moments when we have the sorest need of grasping the sharp realities of life do the threads of thought snap off in the brain.
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The life of the cenobite is a human problem. When we speak of convents, those seats of error but innocence, of mistaken views but good intentions, of ignorance but devotion, of torment but martyrdom, we must nearly always say yes or no...The monastery is a renunciation. Self-sacrifice, even when misdirected, is still self-sacrifice. To assume as duty a strict error has its peculiar grandeur.
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Se dice que en toda manada de lobos hay un perro al que la loba mata, porque si lo deja vivir al crecer devoraria a los demas cachorros. Dad un rostro humano a este perro hijo de loba y tendreis el retrato de aquel hombre.
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Los que padeceis porque amais, amad mas aun. Morir de amor es vivir
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Marius made a movement. 'Oh, don't go!' she said. 'It won't be long.' She was sitting almost upright, but her voice was very low and broken by hiccoughs. At moments she struggled for breath. Raising her face as near as she could to Marius', she said, with a strange expression: 'Look, I can't cheat you. I have a letter for you in my pocket. I've had it since yesterday. I was asked to post it, but I didn't. I didn't want you to get it. But yo..
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Mankind is not a circle with a single centre but an ellipse with two focal points of which facts are one and ideas the other.
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Nisi Dominus custodierit domum, in vanum vigilant qui custodiunt eam," Unless the Lord guard the house, in vain do they watch who guard it."
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This is the shade of difference: the door of the physician should never be shut, the door of the priest should always be open.
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kindness
love
priest
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I have a dream my life would be. So different from this hell I'm living. So different now from what it seem. Now life has killed the dream I dreamed." *Fantine"
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life
musical
misery
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His tavern sign bore witness to his feats of arms. He had painted it himself, being a Jack-of-all-trades who did everything badly.
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After the dazzling orgies in form and color of the eighteenth century, art was put on a diet, and allowed nothing but the straight line. This sort of progress ended in ugliness. Art reduced to a skeleton, was the result. This was the advantage of this kind of wisdom and abstinence; the style was so sober that it became lean.
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Twby lh mn `bd r'y `ywb nfsh fqwmh, wr'y `wb lns f'GDy `nh, wr'y lDll wlkfr fst`n bllh `ly mfyh lkhyr wlmnf`@
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البؤساء
les-misérables
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Il possedait comme tout le monde sa terminaison en "iste", sans laquelle personne n'aurait pu vivre en ce temps-la, mais il n'etait ni royaliste, ni bonapartiste, ni chartiste, ni orleaniste, ni anarchiste; il etait bouquiniste."
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He loved to saunter through fields of wild oats and corn-flowers, and busied himself with clouds nearly as much as with events.
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'w tdryn y ft@ m lshq bm`n~ klm@ lshq? nh 'n ykwn lnsn nsnan wl nsn, w rjl mkfwfan `n mSy'r lrjl, fyHb wl ynl, thm ykhsr dynh fy sbyl ldh@ lwSl, fl ylq~ b`d khsrnh mnh l lSdwd w lnkl, thm yrh b`d dhlk w hy m`bwdth lmqds@, tD` knz Hsnh Tw`y@ tHt qdmy wHsh lyftrsh, bl lylwthh w ydnsh, w hy qryr@ l`yn rDy@ lfw'd
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sadness
love
الحب-الشقاء
torture
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La suprema dicha de la vida, es la conviccion de que se es amado; amado por si mismo, digamos mejor, ama!do a pesar de si mismo.
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In this nineteenth century, the religious idea is undergoing a crisis. 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 they do, but on condition that they are followed by reconstructions. In the meantime, let us study things which are no more. It is necessary to know them, if only for the p..
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He seemed to say to Fate: You wouldn't dare.
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Paris has a child, and the forest has a bird; the bird is called the sparrow; the child is called the gamin. Couple these two ideas which contain, the one all the furnace, the other all the dawn; strike these two sparks together, Paris, childhood; there leaps out from them a little being. Homuncio, Plautus would say. This little being is joyous. He has not food every day, and he goes to the play every evening, if he sees good. He has no shi..
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True history being a mixture of all things, the true historian mingles in everything.
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Carve as we will the mysterious block of which our life is made, the black vein of destiny constantly reappears in it.
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Peace is happiness digesting
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We may remain more or less open-minded on the subject of the death penalty, indisposed to commit ourselves, so long as we have not seen a guillotine with our own eyes.
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There are men who dig for gold; [Monseigneur Bienvenu] dug for compassion.
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greed
driving-forces
gold
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The arms of mothers are made of tenderness; in them children sleep profoundly.
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Indeed, is not that all, and what more can be desired? A little garden to walk, and immensity to reflect on. At his feet something to cultivate and gather; above his head something to study and meditate upon: a few flowers on the earth, and all the stars in the sky.
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He who every morning plans the transaction of the day and follows out that plan, carries a thread that will guide him through the maze of the most busy life.
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He was troubled; this brain, so limpid in its blindness, had lost its transparency; there was a cloud in this crystal.
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depression
javert
inner-conflict
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So how do magistrates understand the word civilization? Where do we stand with it? Justice reduced to subterfuge and trickery! The law to machinations! Appalling!
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Vulgarity is an old Narcissus who adores himself and applauds the common vulgarity.
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Not seeing people permits one to attribute to them all possible perfections.
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Do we ever realize our fondest dreams?
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With a remainder of that brotherly compassion which is never totally absent from the heart of a drinker, Phoebus rolled Jehan with his foot onto one of those poor man's pillows which Providence provides on all the street corners of Paris and which the rich disdainfully refer to as heaps of garbage.
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Happy, even in anguish, is he to whom God has given a soul worthy of love and grief! He who has not seen the things of this world, and the heart of men in this double light, has seen nothing, and knows noting of the truth.
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grief
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love
feeling
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What is the cat?" he exclaimed. "It is a corrective. God, having made the mouse, said, 'I've made a blunder.' And he made the cat. The cat is the erratum of the mouse. The mouse, plus the cat, Is the revised and corrected proof of creation."
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Noise does not waken a drunkard; silence wakens him.
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Nature at times adds her own commentary to our actions with a kind of somber and considered eloquence, as though she were bidding us reflect.
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