The beauty of Victor Hugo (pt. 7)

In this portion of the story, Cosette falls in love, two lovers meet, and Thénardier escapes jail.

 

Besides, what is danger in the presence of duty? (p. 880)

Nothing is really small; anyone open to the deep penetration of nature knows this. (p. 886)

les_miserables___amanda_seyfried_as_cosette-t2[B]ut beyond this she was ignorant of everything, which is a charm and a peril.  The soul of a young girl should not be left in obscurity. (p. 888)

To form the mind of a young girl, all the nuns in the world are not equal to one mother. (p. 888)

Now, in this work of education, in this serious question of preparing a woman for life, what a quantity of knowledge is needed to struggle against that ignorance we call innocence. (p. 888)

[H]e had the secret wealth and eloquence of a humble, earnest intellect that has come into its own culture. (p. 889)

He had never known very clearly what the beauty of a woman was, but by instinct he understood that it was terrible. (p. 894)

Indeed, what is the use of having a pretty face and a delightful dress, if you do not show them? (p. 895)

The power of a glance has been so much abused in love stories that it has come to be disbelieved.  Few people dare say nowadays that two beings have fallen in love because they have looked at each other.  Yet that is the way love beings, and only that way.  (p. 896)

Nothing is more real than the great shocks that two souls give each other in exchanging this spark. (p. 896)

Women play with their beauty the way children do with their knives.  They wound themselves with it. (p. 897)

And then, oddly enough, the first symptoms of true love in a man is timidity, in a young woman, boldness. (p. 897)

Is one less sick for not knowing the name of the disease? (p. 898)Cosette-and-marius

They did not speak, they did not exchange greetings, they saw each other; and, like the stars in the sky separated by millions of miles, they lived by gazing at each other. (p. 899)

These two beings, who loved each other so exclusively, and with so touching a love, and who had lived so long for each other, were now suffering beside one another and through one another; without speaking of it, without harsh feelings, and smiling all the while. (p. 904)

[G]entleness and tenderness are born with love, and the young girl with a trembling, fragile idea in her heart feels pity for a butterfly’s wings. (p. 905)

It was not day, it was dawn; a wild and ravishing moment. (p. 905)

There are some mediations that can be called vertical; when one is at the bottom it takes time to return to the earth’s surface. (p. 906)

Cosette trembled all over; she asked, “Father, are they still men?” “Sometimes,” said the man of misery. (p. 911)

[W]inter always carries with it something of our sadness. (p. 915)

“Work is the law; whoever spurns it as tiresome will have it as a punishment.” (p. 920)

“To live idle on the substance of society! To be useless, that is to say, noxious! That leads straight to the lowest depth of misery.  Woe to anyone who desires to be a parasite.” (p. 922)

Actually, by her nature, Cosette was not easily startled.  There was in her veins the blood of the gypsy and the barefoot adventuress.  It must be remembered that she was more a lark than a dove.  She was wild and brave at heart. (p. 927)

What is fear by night turns to curiosity by day. (p. 931)

To love a human being is to make her transparent. (p. 932)

All of God’s works were made to serve love. (p. 932)

The infinite require the inexhaustible. (p. 932)

When love has dissolved and mingled two beings into an angelic sacred unity, the secret of life is found for them; they are then but the two terms of a single destiny; they are then but the two wings of a single spirit.  Love, soar! (p. 933)

Love is a celestial breathing of the air of paradise. (p. 934)

Try to love souls, you shall find them again. (p. 934)

If no one loved, the sun would go out. (p. 935)

The most terrible of motives and the most unanswerable of responses: Because. (p. 941)

The skirt becomes short at the moment that nudity becomes indecent. (p. 947)

This period will pass, it is already on its way out; we are beginning to understand that, if there can be force in a boiler, there can only be power in a brain; in other words, what leads and controls the world is not locomotives but ideas. (p. 955)

8663_392462074206124_1804947818_nThe emperor had had a dream of genius; in this titanic elephant, armed prodigious, brandishing his trunk, bearing his tower and making the joyous and vivacious waters gush out on all sides around him, he wanted to incarnate the people.  God had done a grander thing with it, he sheltered a child. (p. 957)

Since true history deals with everything, the true historian deals with everything. (p. 984)

What can be done in a sepulcher? They died.  What can be done in a hell? They sang.  For where there is no more hope, song remains. (p. 992)

Try as you will, you cannot annihilate that eternal relic of the human heart, love. (p. 993)

“I do not understand how God, the father of men, can torture his children and his grandchildren, and hear them cry without being tortured himself.” (p. 995)

Through fasting from knowledge and wisdom, reason becomes emaciated.  As with stomachs, we should pity minds that do not eat.  If there is anything more poignant than a body agonizing for want of bread, it is a soul dying of hunger for light. (p. 999)

“And then what an enchanting glow when I catch a glimpse of your thoughts.  You reason amazingly. (p. 1007)

With eyes closed is the best way to view the soul. (p. 1010)

“I’m not the daughter of a dog, I’m the daughter of a wolf.  There are six of you, what’s that to me?  You’re men.  Well, I’m a woman. (p. 1018)

 

 

 

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