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  • #1
    Victor Hugo
    “To love another person is to see the face of God.”
    Victor Hugo, Les Misérables

  • #2
    Victor Hugo
    “Even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise.”
    Victor Hugo, Les Misérables

  • #3
    Victor Hugo
    “To love or have loved, that is enough. Ask nothing further. There is no other pearl to be found in the dark folds of life.”
    Victor Hugo, Les Misérables

  • #4
    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

  • #5
    Victor Hugo
    “Not being heard is no reason for silence.”
    Hugo, Victor, Les Misérables

  • #6
    Victor Hugo
    “If I speak, I am condemned.
    If I stay silent, I am damned!”
    victor hugos, Les Misérables

  • #7
    Victor Hugo
    “Life's great happiness is to be convinced we are loved.”
    Victor Hugo, Les Misérables

  • #8
    Victor Hugo
    “You ask me what forces me to speak? a strange thing; my conscience.”
    Victor Hugo, Les Misérables

  • #9
    Victor Hugo
    “There is something more terrible than a hell of suffering--a hell of boredom. ”
    Victor Hugo, Les Misérables

  • #10
    Victor Hugo
    “What is said about men often has as much influence upon their lives, and especially upon their destinies, as what they do.”
    Victor Hugo, Les Misérables

  • #11
    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

  • #12
    Victor Hugo
    “Those who do not weep, do not see.”
    Victor Hugo, Les Misérables

  • #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
    William Shakespeare
    “If music be the food of love, play on;
    Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting,
    The appetite may sicken, and so die.
    That strain again! it had a dying fall:
    O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound,
    That breathes upon a bank of violets,
    Stealing and giving odour! Enough; no more:
    'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
    O spirit of love! how quick and fresh art thou,
    That, notwithstanding thy capacity
    Receiveth as the sea, nought enters there,
    Of what validity and pitch soe'er,
    But falls into abatement and low price,
    Even in a minute: so full of shapes is fancy
    That it alone is high fantastical.”
    William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night

  • #15
    Victor Hugo
    “A man is not idle because he is absorbed in thought. There is visible labor and there is invisible labor.”
    Victor Hugo, Les Misérables

  • #16
    “There is nothing better than a friend, unless it is a friend with chocolate.”
    Linda Grayson

  • #17
    Nicholas Sparks
    “You're going to come across people in your life who will say all the right words at all the right times. But in the end, it's always their actions you should judge them by. It's actions, not words, that matter.”
    Nicholas Sparks, The Rescue

  • #18
    Jane Austen
    “There is nothing I would not do for those who are really my friends. I have no notion of loving people by halves, it is not my nature.”
    Jane Austen, Northanger Abbey

  • #19
    Jane Austen
    “I do not want people to be very agreeable, as it saves me the trouble of liking them a great deal.”
    Jane Austen, Jane Austen's Letters

  • #20
    Helen Keller
    “I would rather walk with a friend in the dark, than alone in the light.”
    Helen Keller

  • #21
    William Shakespeare
    “Words are easy, like the wind; faithful friends are hard to find.”
    William Shakespeare, The Passionate Pilgrim

  • #22
    Barbara Kingsolver
    “The friend who holds your hand and says the wrong thing is made of dearer stuff than the one who stays away.”
    Barbara Kingsolver

  • #23
    J.K. Rowling
    “We'll be there, Harry," said Ron
    "What?"
    "At your Aunt and Uncle's house," said Ron, "And then we'll go with you wherever you're going."
    "No-" said Harry quickly; he hadn't counted on this, he had meant them to understand that he was undertaking the most dangerous journey alone.
    "You said it once before," said Hermione quickly, "that there was time to turn back if we wanted to. We've had time, haven't we? We're with you whatever happens.”
    J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince

  • #24
    “It's bullshit to think of friendship and romance as being different. They're not. They're just variations of the same love. Variations of the same desire to be close.”
    Rachel Cohn, Naomi and Ely's No Kiss List

  • #25
    Fred Rogers
    “When I say it's you I like, I'm talking about that part of you that knows that life is far more than anything you can ever see or hear or touch. That deep part of you that allows you to stand for those things without which humankind cannot survive. Love that conquers hate, peace that rises triumphant over war, and justice that proves more powerful than greed.”
    Fred Rogers

  • #26
    Dr. Seuss
    “You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.”
    Dr. Seuss

  • #27
    I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control
    “I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best.”
    Marilyn Monroe

  • #28
    William W. Purkey
    “You've gotta dance like there's nobody watching,
    Love like you'll never be hurt,
    Sing like there's nobody listening,
    And live like it's heaven on earth.”
    William W. Purkey

  • #29
    Elbert Hubbard
    “A friend is someone who knows all about you and still loves you.”
    Elbert Hubbard

  • #30
    William Shakespeare
    “Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind. Nor hath love's mind of any judgment taste; Wings and no eyes figure unheedy haste: And therefore is love said to be a child, Because in choice he is so oft beguil'd.”
    William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream



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