The Beauty of Victor Hugo (Pt. 2)

{During this section in the story, Fantine gets sick and passes away.  Cosette’s position becomes more and more upsetting.  Valjean becomes Mayor, then disrupts a trial to save a man’s life.  Javert and Valjean come face-to-face, and Valjean goes to jail.}



[T] he only vanity that remained, and that a sacred one. (p. 149)

The most ferocious animals are disarmed by caresses to their young. (p. 150)

Nothing, everything, with that serious, sometimes severe look of little children, which is one of the mysteries of their shining innocence before our shadowy virtues. (p. 150)

We have only to look at some men to distrust them, for we feel the darkness of their souls in two directions. (p. 154)

“My friends, remember this: there are no bad herbs, and no bad men; there are only bad cultivators.” (p. 165)

Light is not lost where love enters. (p. 166)

For prying into other people’s affairs, none are equal to those of whom it is no concern. (p. 178)

However, an old woman, who lit her candle for her when she came home at night, taught her the art of living in misery.  Below living on little lies the art of living on nothing.  They are two rooms; the first is dim, the second totally dark. (p. 181)

The malicious have a dark happiness. (p. 182)

The poor cannot go to the far end of their rooms or to the far end of their lives, except by continually bending more and more. (p. 186)

Deepest misery is an occasion for obscenities. (p. 191)

Curiosity is gluttony.  To see is to devour. (p. 191)

Great grief is a divine and terrible radiance that transfigures the wretched. (p. 193)

She would have softened a heart of granite; but you cannot soften a heart of wood. (p. 193)

“She’s an angel, sisters.  At her age, the wings haven’t fallen off yet.” (p. 202)

Sincere and pure as it may be, we all have the mark of some little lie on our truthfulness. (p. 213)

There is one spectacle greater than the sea: That is the sky; there is one spectacle greater than the sky: That is the interior of the soul. (p. 219)

One can no more keep the mind from returning to an idea than the sea from returning to the shore.  For the sailor, this is called the tide; in the case of the guilty, it is called remorse. God stirs up the soul as well as the ocean. (p. 225)

Diamonds are found only in the deep bowls of the earth; truths are found only in the depths of thought. (p. 231)

Traveling is a constant birth and death. (p. 248)

It seems as though at the approach of a certain dark hour, the light of heaven fills those who are leaving the light of earth. (p. 251)

How illness mimics old age. (p. 251)

A mother’s joy is almost like a child’s. (p. 256)

“Everybody can’t have houses to be born in; that would be too handy.” (p. 274)

Brevet was about sixty years old; he had the face of a business man and the air of a rogue.  They sometimes go together. (p. 275)

He was one of those unfortunate men whom natures turns out as wild beasts and society finished as convicts. (p. 277)

He went out, and the door closed as it had opened, for those who do supremely good deeds are always sure to be served by somebody in the crowd. (p. 281)

There is no human feeling that can ever be so appalling as joy. (p. 290)




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