You have suffered greatly, poor mother. Oh! do not lament, you have now the portion of the elect. It is in this… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“Jean Valjean opened his eyes and looked at the bishop with an expression which no human tongue can describe.” — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“He said to himself that he really had not suffered enough to deserve such radiant happiness, and he thanked God, in the… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“Because things are not agreeable," said Jean Valjean, "that is no reason for being unjust towards God.” — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Do not forget, do not ever forget, that you have promised me to use the money to make yourself an honest man.'… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“How was Jean Valjean going to conduct himself in the face of Cosette and Marius's happiness? A happiness he himself had wanted,… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“He set out for Toulon. He arrived there, after a journey of twenty-seven days, on a cart, with a chain on his… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“Jean Valjean understood thoroughly the expiation of the former; that personal expiation, the expiation for one’s self. But he did not understand… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“A week passed, and Jean Valjean had not taken a step in his room. He still remained in bed. The portress said… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“Il giorno in cui una donna che vi passa davanti sprigiona luce camminando, siete perduto, amate. Non vi rimane da far altro… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“He asked himself... whether it was not outrageous for society to treat thus precisely those of its members who were the least… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“During the years of suffering he reachd the conclusion that life was war in which he was one of the defeated. Hatred… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“Jean Valjean watched these ravages with anxiety. He who felt that he could never do anything but crawl, walk at the most,… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Who can be sure that Jean Valjean had not been on the verge of losing heart and giving up the struggle? In… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Ah! There you are! he exclaimed, looking at Jean Valjean. I'm so glad to see you. Well, but how is this? I… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“Poor old Jean Valjean, of course, loved Cosette only as a father; but, as we noted earlier, into this fatherly love his… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“The driver, a black silhouette upon his box, whipped up his bony horses. Icy silence in the coach. Marius, motionless, his body… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“Had he not had a greater purpose, the saving not of his life but of his soul, the resolve to become a… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“We have both been talking about you. Cosette loves you so dearly! You must not forget that you have a chamber here,… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Forget not, never forget that you have promised me to use this silver to become an honest man.... Jean Valjean, my brother:… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“Jean Valjean, my brother, you no longer belong to evil, but to good. It is your soul that I buy from you;… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“After he had fully determined that the young man was at the bottom of this state of affairs, and that it all… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“You have to be used to the twists of fate and being caught up in them to dare lift your eyes when… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“There is still a certain grace in a dead festival. It has been happy.” — 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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
Great blunders are often made, like large ropes, of a multitude of fibres. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“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 Image
“Blacheville smiles with the self-satisfied smugness of a man whose vanity is tickled” — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“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 Image
