When Victor Hugo was buried, you couldn’t find a whore in all of Paris. They were too busy paying their respects. That was a man — and he still has a show on in the West End.
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...
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Victor Hugo
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...
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Victor Hugo
Praying to the Almighty, Javert?” called a voice, and Javert opened his eyes to see Rousseau and Leclerc smirking at him. Javert tipped his head and said to the others, " If I was, it would be awfully rude to interrupt my prayer, don’t you...
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Kelsey Brickl
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,...
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Victor Hugo
Let no one misunderstand our idea; we do not confound what are called 'political opinions' with that grand aspiration after progress with that sublime patriotic, democratic, and human faith, which, in our days, should be the very foundation of all generous intelligence.
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Victor Hugo
More Quotes By Hanif Kureishi
The vocation of each writer is to describe the world as he or she sees it anything more than that is advertising.
You don't stop loving someone just because you hate them.
If you never left anything or anyone there would be no room for the new. Naturally, to move on is an infidelity -- to others, to the past, to old notions of oneself. Perhaps every day should contain at least one essential infidelity or necessary...
People go their whole lives wanting to be admired for their hidden qualities.
But you're beautiful, and the beautiful should be given whatever they want."" Hey, what about the ugly ones?"" The ugly ones." She poked her tongue out. "It's their fault if their ugly. They're to be blamed, not pitied.
