The poor man shuddered, overflowed with an angelic joy; he declared in his transport that this would last through life; he said to himself that he really had not suffered enough to deserve such radiant happiness, and he thanked God, in the depths of his soul, for having permitted that he, a miserable man, should be so loved by this innocent being.
Victor HugoMots clés god joy suffering gratitude les-miserables victor-hugo
Marius and Cosette were in the dark in regard to each other. They did not speak, they did not bow, they were not acquainted; they saw each other; and, like the stars in the sky separated by millions of leagues, they lived by gazing upon each other.
Victor HugoMots clés love stars strangers les-miserables victor-hugo
She let her head fall back upon Marius' knees and her eyelids closed. He thought that poor soul had gone. Eponine lay motionless; but just when Marius supposed her for ever asleep, she slowly opened her eyes in which the gloomy deepness of death appeared, and said to him with an accent the sweetness on which already seemed to come from another world:
"And then, do you know, Monsieur Marius, I believe I was a little in love with you."
She essayed to smile again and expired.
Mots clés love death les-miserables victor-hugo eponine marius
He did not study God; he was dazzled by him.
Victor HugoThe sadness which reigned everywhere was but an excuse for unfailing kindness.
Victor HugoMots clés love profound inspiring
The reduction of the universe to a single being, the expansion of a single being even to God, this is love.
Victor HugoFor there are many great deeds done in the small struggles of life. There is a determined though unseen bravery that defends itself foot by foot in the darkness against the fatal invasions of necessity and dishonesty. Noble and mysterious triumphs that no eye sees and no fame rewards, and no flourish of triumph salutes. Life, misfortunes, isolation, abandonment, poverty, are the battlefields that have their heroes; obscure heroes, sometimes greater than the illustrious heroes.
Victor HugoMy greatness does not extend to this shelf.
Victor Hugomothers are often fondest of the child which has caused them the greatest pain.
Victor HugoAm I not as much a doctor as they? I too have my patients; in the first place, theirs, whom they call sick; and then my own, whom I call unfortunate.
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