And do you know Monsieur Marius? I believe I was a little in love with you. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Marius was of the temperament that sinks into grief and remains there; Cosette was of the sort that plunges in and comes… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Marius and Cosette were in the dark in regard to each other. They did not speak, they did not bow, they were… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“I encountered in the street a penniless young man who was in love. His hat was old and his jacket worn, with… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Marius and Cosette did not ask where this would lead them. They looked at themselves as arrived. It is a strange pretension… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“Now for my pains, promise me-“ And she hesitated. “What?” asked Marius. “Promise me!” “I promise you.” “Promise to kiss me on… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
At that moment of love, a moment when passion is absolutely silent under omnipotence of ecstasy, Marius, pure seraphic Marius, would have… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Never had the sky been more studded with stars and more charming, the trees more trembling, the odor of the grass more… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Promise to give me a kiss on my brow when I am dead. --I shall feel it." She dropped her head again… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“She let her head fall back upon Marius' knees and her eyelids closed. He thought that poor soul had gone. Eponine lay… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
He caught her, she fell, he caught her in his arms, he held her tightly unconscious of what he was doing. He held her… — Victor Hugo Copy Share
“First I loved women, then animals, and now I love stones. They're just as amusing as women and animals and they're much less trecherous.” — Victor Hugo Copy Share
Nature is pitiless; she never withdraws her flowers, her music, her fragrance, and her sunlight from before human cruelty or suffering. — Victor Hugo Copy Share
“Have courage for the great sorrows of life, and patience for the small ones. And when you have finished your daily task, go to… — Victor Hugo Copy Share
The peasants of the Asturias believe that in every litter of wolves there is one pup that is killed by the mother for fear… — Victor Hugo Copy Share
“For love is like a tree; it grows of itself; it send its roots deep into our being, and often continues to grow green… — Victor Hugo Copy Share
“Blacheville smiles with the self-satisfied smugness of a man whose vanity is tickled” — Victor Hugo Copy Share
“Loving in ignorance, she loved with all the more passion. She did not know whether it was good or evil, beneficent or dangerous, necessary… — Victor Hugo Copy Share
“When those we love are in question, our prudence invents every sort of madness.” — Victor Hugo Copy Share
