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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| bfae162 | So a voice in the mountain is enough to let loose an avalanche. A word too much may be followed by a caving in. If the word had not been spoken, it would not have happened. | Victor Hugo | ||
| 9fe1497 | When two mouths, made sacred by love, draw near to each other to create, it is impossible, that above that ineffable kiss there should not be a thrill in the immense mystery of the stars. | Victor Hugo | ||
| 2d2bd53 | The hatred of luxury is not an intelligent hatred. It implies a hatred of arts. | Victor Hugo | ||
| e96a3ac | Ninety-three" was the war of Europe against France, and of France against Paris. And what was the Revolution? It was the victory of France over Europe, and of Paris over France. Hence the immensity of that terrible moment?, '93, greater than all the rest of the century" | Victor Hugo | ||
| afb806f | I never realized my ugliness till now. When I compared myself with you, I pity myself indeed, poor unhappy monster that I am! I must seem to you like some awful beast, eh? You,-you are a sunbeam, a drop of dew, a bird's song! As for me, I am something frightful, neither man nor beast,- a nondescript object, more hard, shapeless, and more trodden under foot than a pebble! | Victor Hugo | ||
| c2af76f | 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. | Victor Hugo | ||
| c172210 | Never had the sky been more studded with stars and more charming, the trees more trembling, the odor of the grass more penetrating; never had the birds fallen asleep among the leaves with a sweeter noise; never had all the harmonies of universal serenity responded more thoroughly to the inward music of love; never had Marius been more captivated, more happy, more ecstatic. | les-misérables marius | Victor Hugo | |
| fdd465f | Great grief is a divine and terrible radiance which transfigures the wretched. | Victor Hugo | ||
| 08ba0f7 | Then overwhelmed by the sense of that unknown infinity, like one bewildered by a strange persecution, confronting the shadows of night, in the presence of that impenetrable darkness, in the midst of the murmur of the waves, the swell, the foam, the breeze, under the clouds, under that vast diffusion of force, under that mysterious firmament of wings, of stars, of gulfs, having around him and beneath him the ocean above him the constellation.. | Victor Hugo | ||
| c4552bd | At his feet something to cultivate and gather; above his head something to study and meditate on; a few flowers on earth and all the stars in heaven. | Victor Hugo | ||
| 580c622 | Revolutions spring not from an accident, but from necessity. A revolution is a return from the fictitious to the real. It is because it must be that it is. | Victor Hugo | ||
| 92106a1 | He was not his father, and this was not his work; but he was the master, and this was his masterpiece. | Victor Hugo | ||
| d01d4e4 | In love there are no friends everywhere where there is a pretty woman hostility is open. | love rivalry | Victor Hugo | |
| a6c267c | No tenian ya palabras. Las estrellas empezaban a brillar. ?Como fue que sus labios se encontraron? ?Como es que el pajaro canta, que la nieve se funde, que la rosa se abre? Un beso; eso fue todo. Los dos se estremecieron, y se miraron en la sombra con ojos brillantes. No sentian ni el frio de la noche, ni la frialdad de la piedra,ni la humedad de la tierra, ni la humedad de las hojas; se miraban y tenian el corazon lleno de pensamientos. Se.. | victor-hugo | Victor Hugo | |
| 8a11d27 | He caught her, she fell, he caught her in his arms, he held her tightly unconscious of what he was doing. He held her up, though tottering himself. He felt as if his head were filled with smoke; flashes of light slipped through his eyelids; his thoughts vanished; it seemed to him that he was performing a religious act, and that he was committing a profanation. Moreover, he did not feel one passionate desire for this ravishing woman, whose f.. | Victor Hugo | ||
| 81c07f7 | Going about one's native land one is inclined to take many things for granted, roads and buildings, roofs, windows and doorways, the walls that shelter strangers, the house one has never entered, trees which are like other trees, pavements which are no more than cobblestones. But when we are distant from them we find that those things have become dear to us, a street, trees and roofs, blank walls, doors and windows; we have entered those ho.. | Victor Hugo | ||
| 6c37d25 | A little garden in which to walk, and immensity in which to dream. At one's feet that which can be cultivated and plucked; over head that which one can study and meditate upon: some flowers on earth and all the stars in the sky. | Victor Hugo | ||
| d6bd88c | A strange thing has happened, do you know? I am in darkness. There is a person who, departing, took away the sun. | Victor Hugo | ||
| 179962a | To breathe Paris is to preserve one's soul. | les-misérables paris | Victor Hugo | |
| e82219b | 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. | Victor Hugo | ||
| 5c613dd | Let us be like a bird for a moment perched On a frail branch when he sings; | Victor Hugo | ||
| a52aacf | Let us not, however, exaggerate our power. Whatever man does, the great lines of creation persist; the supreme mass does not depend on man. He has power over the detail, not over the whole. And it is right that this should be so. The Whole is providential. Its laws pass over our head. What we do goes no farther than the surface. Man clothes or unclothes the earth; clearing a forest is like taking off a garment. But to slow down the rotation.. | eden hugo | Victor Hugo | |
| bbf9a5e | Clearly, he had his own strange way of judging things. I suspect he acquired it from the Gospels. | Victor Hugo | ||
| e5df848 | What is more melancholy and more profound than to see a thousand objects for the first and the last time? To travel is to be born and to die at every instant. | Victor Hugo | ||
| 510c3bf | Relegated, as he was, to one corner, and sheltered behind the billiard-table, the soldiers whose eyes were fixed on Enjolras, had not even noticed Grantaire, and the sergeant was preparing to repeat his order: "Take aim!" when all at once, they heard a strong voice shout beside them: "Long live the Republic! I'm one of them." Grantaire had risen. The immense gleam of the whole combat which he had missed, and in which he had had no part, app.. | les-misérables | Victor Hugo | |
| 68ffbde | Daring is the price of progress. All splendid conquests are the prize of boldness, more or less. | Victor Hugo | ||
| 34693c8 | The further one goes, the better the land seems. | Leo Tolstoy | ||
| 085e644 | The worker picked up Pakhom's spade, dug a grave, and buried him - six feet from head to heel, exactly the amount of land a man needs. | dying greed life life-and-death living poverty wealth | Leo Tolstoy | |
| bbf01c2 | Ivan Ilych had been a colleague of the gentlemen present and was liked by them all. He had been ill for some weeks with an illness said to be incurable. His post had been kept open for him, but there had been conjectures that in case of his death Alexeev might receive his appointment, and that either Vinnikov or Shtabel would succeed Alexeev. So on receiving the news of Ivan Ilych's death the first thought of each of the gentlemen in that p.. | Leo Tolstoy | ||
| 6fd6d87 | What energy!' I thought. 'Man has conquered everything, and destroyed millions of plants, yet this one won't submit. | Leo Tolstoy | ||
| 7eda142 | When Mother smiled, no matter how nice her face had been before, it became incomparably nicer and everything around seemed to brighten up as well. | Leo Tolstoy | ||
| 9e20b12 | what time can be more beautiful than the one in which the finest virtues, innocent cheerfulness and indefinable longing for love constitute the sole motives of your life? | childhood innocence love | Leo Tolstoy | |
| c03d68f | The feelings resembled memories; but memories of what? Apparently one can remember things that have never happened. | memories | Leo Tolstoy | |
| aea728a | A commercial company enslaved a nation comprising two hundred millions. Tell this to a man free from superstition and he will fail to grasp what these words mean. What does it mean that thirty thousand men, not athletes but rather weak and ordinary people, have subdued two hundred million vigorous, clever, capable, and freedom-loving people? | Leo Tolstoy | ||
| 9bd7a43 | the extraordinary autumn weather that always comes as a surprise, when the sun hangs low and gives more heat than in spring, when everything shines so brightly in the rare clear atmosphere that the eyes smart, when the lungs are strengthened and refreshed by inhaling the aromatic autumn air, when even the nights are warm, and when in those dark warm nights, golden stars startle and delight us continually by falling from the sky. | Leo Tolstoy | ||
| 4d72281 | But I'm married, and believe me, in getting to know thoroughly one's wife, if one loves her, as some one has said, one gets to know all women better than if one knew thousands of them. | Leo Tolstoy | ||
| a8802ad | Military life in general depraves men. It places them in conditions of complete idleness, that is, absence of all rational and useful work; frees them from their common human duties, which it replaces by merely conventional duties to the honor of the regiment, the uniform, the flag; and while giving them on the one hand absolute power over other men, also puts them into conditions of servile obedience to those of higher ranks than themselve.. | Leo Tolstoy | ||
| f35e3f5 | n lmr'h hy Hjr l`thr@ l'ssy fy Tryq lrjl . wmn lS`b 'n yHb lrjl mr'h w'n yf`l shyy' . hnk wsyl@ wHyd@ lm`rf@ mt` lHb dwn n ySbH lHb `y'q hy lzwj | Leo Tolstoy | ||
| 740da3c | dh kn l`ml jydan kfn, fn lHss ldhy y`br `nh lfnn syntql l~ lns sw kn 'khlqyan 'm Gyr 'khlqy, wdh ntql lHss l~ lns lakhryn, fnhm y`yshwnh, wlkn l y`yshwnh fHsb, nm kl wHd mnhm y`yshh wfq Tryqth. wltfsyrt l'khr~ klh zy'd@ l Hj@ lyh. shrH '`ml lfnn 'mr l yjwz lqym bh. flw kn mn lmmkn tfsyr m 'rdh lfnn blklmt lqlh lfnn dhth blklmt. 'm hw fqlh mn khll fnh l'nh mn lmHl nql lHss ldhy y`yshh bwsyl@ khr~. n shrH lntjt lfny@ blklmt yw'kd `l~ 'n ldhy .. | فن | Leo Tolstoy | |
| df471b4 | n lHy@ l`skry@ fy Hd dhth mfsd@ llrjl, dh tj`lhm fy Hl@ bTl@ tkd tkwn mstmr@ 'w `l l'ql fy Hl@ nqT` `n kl `ml mfyd wm`qwl wfy Hyn trf` `n kwhlhm sy'r lwjbt lnsny@, fnh tDfy `lyhm shrf zy'f hw shrf lfrq@ lty yntmwn lyh wshrf lry@ wtmnHhm slTn mTlq `l~ lkthyr mn lns fy Hyn tfrD `lyhm khDw` l`byd Gyr lmjdy wGyr lmshrf. lyw twlstwy - rwy@ lb`th | Leo Tolstoy | ||
| 2a07a53 | En la vida solo hay dos verdaderas desgracias: el remordimiento de conciencia y la enfermedad. Y la felicidad es solamente la ausencia de estos dos males. | Leo Tolstoy | ||
| 939749c | What is the matter with you?" asked Shcherbatsky. "Nothing much, but there is little to be happy about in this world." "Little? You'd better come with me to Paris instead of going to some Mulhausen or other. You'll see how jolly it will be!" "No, I have done with that; it is time for me to die." "That is a fine thing!" said Shcherbatsky, laughing. "I am only just beginning to live." "Yes, I thought so too till lately; but now I know that I .. | death humor levin | Leo Tolstoy | |
| 272406c | These principles laid down as in variable rules: that one must pay a card sharper, but need not pay a tailor; that one must never tell a lie to a man, but one may to a woman; that one must never cheat any one, but one may a husband; that one must never pardon an insult, but one may give one and so on. These principles were possibly not reasonable and not good, but they were of unfailing certainty, and so long as he adhered to them, Vronsky .. | rationalization tool | Leo Tolstoy | |
| 899bfbc | That only shows you have no heart,' she said. But her eyes said that she knew he had a heart, and that was why she was afraid of him | Leo Tolstoy |