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| 8a025af | That figure stood for a long time wholly in the light; this arose from a certain legendary dimness evolved by the majority of heroes, and which always veils the truth for a longer or shorter time; but to-day history and daylight have arrived. That light called history is pitiless; it possesses this peculiar and divine quality, that, pure light as it is, and precisely because it is wholly light, it often casts a shadow in places where people.. | light napoleon-boneparte tyrant | Victor Hugo | |
| 2197f07 | Light renders healthy. | Victor Hugo | ||
| 1664a26 | In all his trials he felt encouraged and sometimes even upbourne by a secret force within. The soul helps the body, and at certain moments uplifts it. It is the only bird which sustains its cage. | Victor Hugo | ||
| 4f6d907 | Se quereis saber o que e a revolucao, chamai-lhe Progresso, se quereis saber o que e o progresso, chamai-lhe Amanha | Victor Hugo | ||
| d77a7fe | Night sometimes lends such tragic assistance to catastrophe. | philosophical sad-truth | Victor Hugo | |
| 76d471d | victor hugo, Les Contemplations, Mors Je vis cette faucheuse. Elle etait dans son champ. Elle allait a grands pas moissonnant et fauchant, Noir squelette laissant passer le crepuscule. Dans l'ombre ou l'on dirait que tout tremble et recule, L'homme suivait des yeux les lueurs de la faulx. Et les triomphateurs sous les arcs triomphaux Tombaient ; elle changeait en desert Babylone, Le trone en echafaud et l'echafaud en trone, Les roses.. | Victor Hugo | ||
| c28e7b5 | Asociad estas dos ideas, Paris y la infancia, que contienen la una todo el fuego, la otra toda la aurora; haced que choquen estas dos chispas, y el resultado es un pequeno ser. | victor-hugo | Victor Hugo | |
| bd2bf2f | A beautiful woman is a casus belli; a pretty woman is flagrant misdemeanour. All the invasions of history have been determined by petticoats. | Victor Hugo | ||
| 5181503 | Que habia esta vez en la mirada de la joven? Marius no hubiera podido decirlo. No habia nada y lo habia todo. Fue un relampago extrano. [...] Es una especie de ternura indecisa que se revela al azar y que espera. Es una trampa que la inocencia arma sin saberlo, donde atrapa a dos corazones sin quererlo. | victor-hugo | Victor Hugo | |
| 743990e | La sua vita era ancora troppo breve, per sapere che non c'e cosa piu imminente dell'impossibile, e che quanto dobbiamo sempre prevedere e l'imprevisto. | life love unexpected | Victor Hugo | |
| c091021 | Je veux dire que l'homme a un tyran, l'ignorance. J'ai vote la fin de ce tyran-la. Ce tyran-la a engendre la royaute, qui est l'autorite prise dans le faux, tandis que la science est l'autorite prise dans le vrai. L'homme ne doit etre gouverne que par la science. -- Et la conscience, ajouta l'eveque. -- C'est la meme chose. La conscience, c'est la quantite de science innee que nous avons en nous. | Victor Hugo | ||
| 6532a5d | While they were thus embarrassed, a large chest was brought and deposited in the presbytery for the Bishop, by two unknown horsemen, who departed on the instant. The chest was opened; it contained a cope of cloth of gold, a mitre ornamented with diamonds, an archbishop's cross, a magnificent crosier,--all the pontifical vestments which had been stolen a month previously from the treasury of Notre Dame d'Embrun. In the chest was a paper, on .. | Victor Hugo | ||
| 4a7f5d9 | The episcopal palace of D---- adjoins the hospital. | Victor Hugo | ||
| d0860f4 | Examine the road over which the fault has passed. - Charles Francios Bienvenu Myriel | Victor Hugo | ||
| e0e2b9c | As for wine, he drank water. | Victor Hugo | ||
| 486b2e4 | He was fond of saying, "There is a bravery of the priest as well as the bravery of a colonel of dragoons,--only," he added, "ours must be tranquil." -- | Victor Hugo | ||
| 5d289b8 | The sixth of January, 1482, is not, however, a day of which history has preserved the memory. There was nothing notable in the event which thus set the bells and the bourgeois of Paris in a ferment from early morning. It was neither an assault by the Picards nor the Burgundians, nor a hunt led along in procession, nor a revolt of scholars in the town of Laas, nor an entry of "our much dread lord, monsieur the king," nor even a pretty hangin.. | Victor Hugo | ||
| c40fc65 | The Revolution came; events succeeded each other with precipitation; the parliamentary families, decimated, pursued, hunted down, were dispersed. M. Charles Myriel emigrated to Italy at the very beginning of the Revolution. There his wife died of a malady of the chest, from which she had long suffered. He had no children. What took place next in the fate of M. Myriel? The ruin of the French society of the olden days, the fall of his own fam.. | Victor Hugo | ||
| 726830e | Revolution | Victor Hugo | ||
| 1d17c15 | This Boulatruelle was a man in bad odour with the people of the neighbourhood; he was too respectful, too humble, prompt to doff his cap to everybody; he always trembled and smiled in the presence of the gendarmes, was probably in secret connection with robber-bands, said the gossips, and suspected of lying in wait in the hedge corners at nightfall. He had nothing in his favour except that he was a drunkard. | Victor Hugo | ||
| d4aea0b | Lavorava per vivere; poi, sempre per vivere, poiche anche il cuore ha fame, amo. | love | Victor Hugo | |
| c882290 | Dusa se ne predaje ocaju pre nego iscrpe sve obmane | Victor Hugo | ||
| d8c2e36 | Cossette, al saber que era hermosa, perdio la gracia de ignorarlo; gracia exquisita, porque la belleza realzada por la sencillez es inefable, y no hay nada mas digno de adoracion que una inocencia deslumbradora que lleva en la mano, sin saberlo, la llave de un paraiso. | Victor Hugo | ||
| 35dc962 | The reader will pardon us another little digression; foreign to the object of this book but characteristic and useful . . . . | Victor Hugo | ||
| 3876638 | We are not obliged to sound the Bishop of D---- on the score of orthodoxy. In the presence of such a soul we feel ourselves in no mood but respect. The conscience of the just man should be accepted on his word. Moreover, certain natures being given, we admit the possible development of all beauties of human virtue in a belief that differs from our own. | Victor Hugo | ||
| 8c4de6a | I don't want your money," said she." | Victor Hugo | ||
| 67bf082 | Jean Valjean opened his eyes and looked at the bishop with an expression which no human tongue can describe. | Victor Hugo | ||
| 9f931be | It was the second white apparition which he had encountered. The Bishop had caused the dawn of virtue to rise on his horizon; Cosette caused the dawn of love to rise. | Victor Hugo | ||
| 147838a | Moreover, and we must not forget this, interests which are not very friendly to the ideal and the sentimental are in the way. Somestimes the stomach paralyzes the heart. | Victor Hugo | ||
| c233a57 | The supreme happiness of life is that we are loved; loved for ourselves - say rather, loved in spite of ourselves | Victor Hugo | ||
| 00d3a11 | The French Revolution, which is nothing more nor less than the ideal armed with the sword, rose abruptly, and by that very movement, closed the door of evil and opened the door of good. It released the question, promulgated truth, drove away miasma, purified the century, crowned the people. We can say it created man a second time, in giving him a second soul, his rights. Page 997 Saint-Denis chapter 7 Argot part III | Victor Hugo | ||
| ca1e37b | At the same time, his ideas underwent an extraordinary change. The phases of this change were numerous and successive. | Victor Hugo | ||
| 23066b3 | An army is a strange masterpiece of combination where force results from an enormous sum of impotence. Thus is war, made by humanity against humanity, despite humanity, explained. | war | Victor Hugo | |
| b31e04c | The sunshine was delightful, the foliage gently astir, more from the activity of birds than from the breeze. One gallant little bird, doubtless lovelorn, was singing his heart out at the top of a tall tree. | Victor Hugo | ||
| 086c2a8 | There is M. Geborand purchasing paradise for a sou. | Victor hugo | ||
| 737a929 | Are you what is called a lucky man? Well, you are sad every day. Each day has its great grief or its little care... Hardly one day in a hundred of unbroken joy and sunshine. And you are of that small number who at lucky! As for the other men, stagnant night is upon them. | life lucky misery | Victor Hugo | |
| 72a1194 | Thoughtful minds make little use of this expression: the happy and the unhappy. In this world, clearly a vestibule of another, no one is happy. | Victor Hugo | ||
| 7cb85a2 | Chapter3 | Victor Hugo | ||
| 8ab1858 | novels | Victor Hugo | ||
| 22cc5eb | In the course of these trips he was kind and indulgent, and talked rather than preached. He never went far in search of his arguments and his examples. He quoted to the inhabitants of one district the example of a neighboring district. In the cantons where they were harsh to the poor, he said: "Look at the people of Briancon! They have conferred on the poor, on widows and orphans, the right to have their meadows mown three days in advance o.. | Victor Hugo | ||
| ea8605a | The shadow of the passions of the moment transversed this grand and gentle spirit occupied with eternal things. | distraction worry worship | Victor Hugo | |
| 4b1539e | He felt as though his brain were on fire. She had come to him, what joy! And then, how she had looked at him! She seemed more beautiful than ever before. Beautiful with a beauty that combined all of the woman with all of the angel, a beauty that would have made Petrarch sing and Dante kneel. He felt as though he were swimming in the deep blue sky. At the same time he was horribly disconcerted, because there was dust on his boots. | Victor Hugo | ||
| ace7447 | He kissed the handkerchief, inhaled its perfume, put it over his heart, against his flesh in the daytime, and at night went to sleep with it on his lips. "I feel her whole soul in it!" he exclaimed. The handkerchief belonged to the old gentleman, who had simply dropped it from his pocket." | Victor Hugo | ||
| 9f6b40f | By continually going out for reverie, a day comes when you go out to drown yourself. | Victor Hugo |