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The night was starless and very dark. Without doubt, in the gloom some mighty angel was standing, with outstretched wings, awaiting the soul.
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death
les-misérables
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af12616
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The point which we consider it our duty to note is, that outside of and beyond his faith, as it were, the Bishop possessed an excess of love. In was in that quarter, quia multum amavit,--because he loved much--that he was regarded as vulnerable by "serious men," "grave persons" and "reasonable people"; favorite locutions of our sad world where egotism takes its word of command from pedantry. What was this excess of love? It was a serene ben..
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When one has but a single idea he finds in it everything.
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Victor Hugo |
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perfidious.
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Victor Hugo |
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All of us, whoever we may be, have our respirable beings. We lack air and we stifle. Then we die. To die for lack of love is horrible. Suffocation of the soul.
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love
stiffle
suffocation
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5261816
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In the meantime, let us study things that are no more. It is necessary to know them, if only for the purpose of avoiding them. The counterfeits of the past assume false names, and gladly call themselves the future. This specter, this past, is given to falsifying its own passport. Let us inform ourselves of the trap. Let us be on our guard. The past has a visage, superstition, and a mask, hypocrisy. Let us denounce the visage and let us tear..
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Victor Hugo |
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49d7600
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If no one loved, the sun would go out.
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love
les-misérables
sun
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Victor Hugo |
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4cfcc2c
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Never, even among animals, does the creature born to be a dove change into an osprey. That is only seen among men.
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victor-hugo
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Victor Hugo |
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4624b8b
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In a little town, there are many mouths which talk, and very few heads which think.
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slander
gossip
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Victor Hugo |
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To speak out aloud when alone is as it were to have a dialogue with the divinity which is within.
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Victor Hugo |
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Did I exist before my birth? No. Shall I exist after death? No. What am I? A little dust collected in an organism. What am I to do on this earth? The choice rests with me: suffer or enjoy. Whither will suffering lead me? To nothingness; but I shall have suffered. Whither will enjoyment lead me? To nothingness; but I shall have enjoyed myself. My choice is made. One must eat or be eaten. I shall eat. It is better to be the tooth than the gra..
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Victor Hugo |
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To love your neighbors is to see the face of God. - Les Miserables
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Victor Hugo |
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Nothing is so logical and nothing appears so absurd as the ocean.
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Victor Hugo |
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I propose a toast to mirth; be merry! Let us complete our course of law by folly and eating! Indigestion and the digest. let Justinian be the male, and Feasting, the female! Joy the depths! Live, O creation! The world is a great diamond. I am happy. The birds are astonishing. What a festival everywhere! The nightingale is a gratuitous Elleviou. Summer, I salute thee!
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feasting
female
toast
summer
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Victor Hugo |
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41553bf
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If there is anything more heart-breaking than a body perishing for lack of bread, it is a soul which is dying from hunger for the light.
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Victor Hugo |
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To write the poem of the human conscience, were it only of a single man, were it only of the most infamous of men, would be to swallow up all epics in a superior and final epic. The conscience is the chaos of chimeras, of lusts and of temptations, the furnace of dreams, the cave of the ideas which are our shame; it is the pandemonium of sophisms, the battlefield of the passions. At certain hours, penetrate within the livid face of a human b..
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depth
reflection
conscience
desire
soul
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Victor Hugo |
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57bb6b0
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The true division of humanity is this: the luminous and the dark. To diminish the number of the dark, to increase the number of the luminous, there is the aim.That is why we cry: education, knowledge! to learn to read is to kindle a fire; every syllable spelled sparkles. But whoever say light does not necessarily say joy. There is suffering in light; an excess burns. Flames is hostile to the wing. To burn and yet to fly, this is the miracle..
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Cities make ferocious men because they make corrupt men. The mountains, the sea, the forest, make savage men; they develop the fierce side, but often without destroying the humane side.
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noble-savage
reputation
popularity
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Yes," resumed the Bishop, "you have come from a very sad place. Listen. There will be more joy in heaven over the tear-bathed face of a repentant sinner than over the white robes of a hundred just men. If you emerge from that sad place with thoughts of hatred and of wrath against mankind, you are deserving of pity; if you emerge with thoughts of good-will and of peace, you are more worthy than any one of us."
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Victor Hugo |
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Or, donner la grosse cloche en mariage a Quasimodo, c'etait donner Juliette a Romeo.
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Victor Hugo |
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To err his human, to stroll is Parisian.
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Victor Hugo |
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The pupil dilates in the night, and at last finds day in it, even as the soul dilates in misfortune, and at last finds God in it.
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Victor Hugo |
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A vacancy in the heart does not accomodate itself to a stop-gap.
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Victor Hugo |
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2d149d8
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In 1804, M. Myriel was the Cure of B---- [Brignolles]. He was already advanced in years, and lived in a very retired manner.
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Victor Hugo |
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Her heart ached, but she took her resolution. It will be seen that Fantine possessed the stern courage of life.
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Victor Hugo |
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No temamos nunca ni a los ladrones ni a los asesinos: esos son los peligros exteriores, los pequenos peligros. Las preocupaciones, esas son los ladrones; los vicios, esos son los asesinos. Los grandes peligros existen dentro de nosotros. ?Que importa lo que amenaza a nuestra cabeza o a nuestra bolsa? Pensemos con preferencia en lo que amenaza a nuestra alma.
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Victor Hugo |
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aa8c7b2
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km 'nt s`yd 'n ykwn lk mn yHbk" // kwzymwdw"
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Victor Hugo |
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She could become a child again, run and frolic, leave her hat on Valjean's knees and fill it with bunches of wild flowers. She could watch the butterflies, although she never tried to catch them; tenderness and compassion are a part of loving, and a girl cherishing something equally fragile in her heart is mindful of the wings of butterflies.
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There are souls which, crab-like, crawl continually toward darkness, going back in life rather than advancing in it, using what experience they have to increase their deformity, growing worse without ceasing, and becoming steeped more and more thoroughly in an intensifying wickedness.
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Victor Hugo |
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Should he remain in paradise and become a demon? Should he return to hell and become an angel?
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Victor Hugo |
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Indeed, what more could you want? A little garden to amble about in, and infinite space to dream in. At his feet, whatever could be grown and gathered; over his head, whatever could be studied and meditated upon; a few flowers on the ground and all the stars in the sky.
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Victor Hugo |
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They adored each other; but still the permanent and the immutable subsist. We may love and laugh, pout, clasp hands, smile, and exchange endearments, but that does not affect eternity. Two lovers hide in the dusk of evening, amid flowers and the twittering of birds, and enchant each other with their hearts shinning in their eyes; but the stars in their course still circle through infinite space.
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Victor Hugo |
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One may, in a case of exigency, introduce the reader in to a nuptial chamber, not into a virginal chamber. Verse would hardly venture it, prose must not. It is the interior of a flower that is not yet unfolded, it is whiteness in the dark, it is the private cell of a closed lily, which must not be gazed upon by man so long as the sun has not gazed upon it. Woman in the bud is sacred. That innocent bud which opens, that adorable half-nudity ..
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smut
thing
is
not
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Victor Hugo |
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In that pallid and sullen shadow in which he crawled, whenever he turned his head and endeavoured to raise his eyes, he saw, with mingled rage and terror, forming, massing, and mounting up out of sight above him with horrid escarpments, a kind of frightful accumulation of things, of laws, of prejudices, of men, and of acts, the outlines of which escaped him, the weight of which appalled him, and which was no other than that prodigious pyram..
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Victor Hugo |
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At the end of life death is a departure; but at life's beginning a departure is death.
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Victor Hugo |
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dfd2888
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It may indeed be said that the word is never a more splendid mystery than when it travels in a man's mind from thought to conscience and back again to thought.
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Victor Hugo |
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c352cb5
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The prosperity of right is that it is always beautiful and pure.
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Victor Hugo |
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74c3cbb
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He now clearly perceived the truth which was henceforth to be the centre of his life, namely, that while she was there, while he had her near him, he would need nothing except for her sake and fear nothing except on her account. He was not even conscious of feeling extremely cold, having taken off his coat to cover her.
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Victor Hugo |
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256a656
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There is no one for spying on people's actions like those who are not concerned in them
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Victor Hugo |
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Svarbiausia, neissigimk i zmogu.
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Victor Hugo |
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He felt that to increase his knowledge was to strengthen his hatred. Under certain circumstances, instruction and enlightenment may serve as rallying points for evil.
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Victor Hugo |
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And there's a woman dressed in white, who's nice to hear, and soft to touch, and she whispers, 'Colette, I love you very much' I have a place where no one is ost, and where no one cries, because crying is not aloud, on my Castle In the Clouds
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Victor Hugo |
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76303e3
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There are no bad plants or bad men. There is only bad husbandry.
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Victor Hugo |
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85f8d73
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The hand which moves over the dial moves also among souls.
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Victor Hugo |