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  • #1
    Victor Hugo
    “Music expresses that which cannot be put into words and that which cannot remain silent”
    Victor Hugo

  • #2
    Victor Hugo
    “What Is Love? I have met in the streets a very poor young man who was in love. His hat was old, his coat worn, the water passed through his shoes and the stars through his soul”
    Victor Hugo , Les Misérables

  • #3
    Victor Hugo
    “To love another person is to see the face of God.”
    Victor Hugo, Les Misérables

  • #4
    Victor Hugo
    “Not being heard is no reason for silence.”
    Hugo, Victor, Les Misérables

  • #5
    Victor Hugo
    “Have courage for the great sorrows of life and patience for the small ones; and when you have laboriously accomplished your daily task, go to sleep in peace. God is awake.”
    Victor Hugo

  • #6
    Victor Hugo
    “Promise to give me a kiss on my brow when I am dead. --I shall feel it."

    She dropped her head again on Marius' knees, and her eyelids closed. He thought the poor soul had departed. Eponine remained motionless. All at once, at the very moment when Marius fancied her asleep forever, she slowly opened her eyes in which appeared the sombre profundity of death, and said to him in a tone whose sweetness seemed already to proceed from another world:--

    "And by the way, Monsieur Marius, I believe that I was a little bit in love with you.”
    Victor Hugo, Les Misérables

  • #7
    Victor Hugo
    “A garden to walk in and immensity to dream in--what more could he ask? A few flowers at his feet and above him the stars.”
    Victor Hugo, Les Misérables

  • #8
    Victor Hugo
    “Life's great happiness is to be convinced we are loved.”
    Victor Hugo, Les Misérables

  • #9
    Victor Hugo
    “Melancholy is the happiness of being sad.”
    Victor Hugo

  • #10
    Victor Hugo
    “The pupil dilates in darkness and in the end finds light, just as the soul dilates in misfortune and in the end finds God.”
    Victor Hugo, Les Misérables

  • #11
    Victor Hugo
    “An intelligent hell would be better than a stupid paradise.”
    Victor Hugo, Ninety-Three

  • #12
    Victor Hugo
    “When love has fused and mingled two beings in a sacred and angelic unity, the secret of life has been discovered so far as they are concerned; they are no longer anything more than the two boundaries of the same destiny; they are no longer anything but the two wings of the same spirit. Love, soar.”
    Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
    tags: love

  • #13
    Victor Hugo
    “He fell to the seat, she by his side. There were no more words. The stars were beginning to shine. How was it that the birds sing, that the snow melts, that the rose opens, that May blooms, that the dawns whitens behind the black trees on the shivering summit of the hills?
    One kiss, and that was all.

    Both trembled, and they looked at each other in the darkness with brilliant eyes.

    They felt neither the cool night, nor the cold stone, nor the damp ground, nor the wet grass; they looked at each other, and their hearts were full of thought. They had clasped hands, without knowing it.

    She did not ask him; did not even think where and how he had managed to get into the garden. It seemed so natural to her that he should be there.

    From time to time Marius’ knee touched Cosette’s. A touch that thrilled.
    At times, Cosette faltered out a word. Her soul trembled on her lips like a drop of dew on a flower.

    Gradually, they began to talk. Overflow succeeded to silence, which is fullness. The night was serene and glorious above their heads. These two beings, pure as spirits, told each other everything, their dreams, their frenzies, their ecstasies, their chimeras, their despondencies, how they had adored each other from afar, how they had longed for each other, their despair when they had ceased to see each other. They had confided to each other in an intimacy of the ideal, which already, nothing could have increased, all that was most hidden and most mysterious in themselves. They told each other, with a candid faith in their illusions, all that love, youth and the remnant of childhood that was theirs, brought to mind. These two hearts poured themselves out to each other, so that at the end of an hour, it was the young man who had the young girl’s soul and the young girl who had the soul of the young man. They interpenetrated, they enchanted, they dazzled each other.

    When they had finished, when they had told each other everything, she laid her head on his shoulder, and asked him: "What is your name?"

    My name is Marius," he said. "And yours?"
    My name is Cosette.”
    Victor Hugo, Les Misérables

  • #14
    Victor Hugo
    “Love is the foolishness of men, and the wisdom of God.”
    Victor Hugo, Les Misérables

  • #15
    Victor Hugo
    “What makes night within us may leave stars.”
    Victor Hugo, Ninety-Three

  • #16
    Victor Hugo
    “There is something more terrible than a hell of suffering--a hell of boredom. ”
    Victor Hugo, Les Misérables

  • #17
    Victor Hugo
    “Nobody knows like a woman how to say things that are both sweet and profound. Sweetness and depth, this is all of woman; this is Heaven.”
    Victor Hugo, Les Misérables

  • #18
    Victor Hugo
    “To die for lack of love is horrible. The asphyxia of the soul.”
    Victor Hugo, Les Misérables

  • #19
    “And remember, the truth that once was spoken: To love another person is to see the face of God.”
    Herbert Kretzmer

  • #20
    William Shakespeare
    “Doubt thou the stars are fire;
    Doubt that the sun doth move;
    Doubt truth to be a liar;
    But never doubt I love.”
    William Shakespeare, Hamlet

  • #21
    William Shakespeare
    “There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.”
    William Shakespear, Hamlet

  • #22
    William Shakespeare
    “It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves.”
    William Shakespeare

  • #23
    William Shakespeare
    “When he shall die,
    Take him and cut him out in little stars,
    And he will make the face of heaven so fine
    That all the world will be in love with night
    And pay no worship to the garish sun.”
    William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet

  • #24
    William Shakespeare
    “To be, or not to be: that is the question:
    Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
    The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
    Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
    And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;
    No more; and by a sleep to say we end
    The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
    That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
    Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
    To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
    For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
    When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
    Must give us pause: there's the respect
    That makes calamity of so long life;
    For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
    The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
    The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
    The insolence of office and the spurns
    That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
    When he himself might his quietus make
    With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
    To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
    But that the dread of something after death,
    The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
    No traveller returns, puzzles the will
    And makes us rather bear those ills we have
    Than fly to others that we know not of?
    Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
    And thus the native hue of resolution
    Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
    And enterprises of great pith and moment
    With this regard their currents turn awry,
    And lose the name of action.--Soft you now!
    The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons
    Be all my sins remember'd!”
    William Shakespeare, Hamlet

  • #25
    William Shakespeare
    “Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires.”
    William Shakespeare, Macbeth

  • #26
    Edgar Allan Poe
    “We loved with a love that was more than love.”
    Edgar Allen Poe

  • #27
    Edgar Allan Poe
    “There is no exquisite beauty… without some strangeness in the proportion.”
    Edgar Allan Poe

  • #28
    Edgar Allan Poe
    “I was never really insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched.”
    Edgar Allan Poe

  • #29
    Edgar Allan Poe
    “I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.”
    Edgar Allan Poe

  • #30
    Edgar Allan Poe
    “From childhood's hour I have not been. As others were, I have not seen. As others saw, I could not awaken. My heart to joy at the same tone. And all I loved, I loved alone.”
    Edgar Allan Poe



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