Venerate the man, whoever he may be, who has this sign – the starry eye.
That it was no doubt a dark hour, but that he should get through it; that after all he held his destiny, evil as it might be, in his own hand; that he was master of it. He clung to that thought.
But for the matter of that, Ursus, although eccentric in manner and disposition, was too good a fellow to invoke or disperse hail, to make faces appear, to kill a man with the torment of excessive dancing, to suggest dreams fair or foul and full of terror, and to cause the birth of cocks with four wings. He had no such mischievous tricks.
The reader has, no doubt, already divined that M. Madeleine is no other than Jean Valjean.
The only social peril is darkness.
The hospital was a low and narrow building of a single story, with a small garden.
October, 1815, he was released; he had entered there in 1796, for having broken a pane of glass and taken a loaf of bread. Room.
The night was serene. Not a cloud was in the zenith. What mattered is that the earth was red, the moon retained her whiteness. Such is the indifference of heaven.
One would have called it a luminous wound.
You were speaking of my name a little while ago. That touched me; but let us, whoever we may be, distrust names. They may delude us. I am called Felix, and I am not happy. Words are liars. Let us not blindly accept the indications which they afford us. It.
I dedicate this book to the rock of hospitality and liberty, to that portion of old Norman ground inhabited by the noble nation of the sea, to the island of Guernsey, severe yet kind, my present asylum, my probable tomb.
This demonstrates the novel truth – that great events have incalculable consequences.
Lo que de los hombres se dice, verdadero o falso, ocupa tanto lugar en su destino, y sobre todo en su vida, como lo que hacen.
Let us have compassion on the chastised. Alas! Who are we ourselves? Who am I who now address you? Who are you who are listening to me? And are you very sure that we have done nothing before we were born? The earth is not devoid of resemblance to a jail. Who knows whether man is not a recaptured offender against divine justice? Look closely at life. It is so made, that everywhere we feel the sense of punishment.
Time is the architect, the nation is the builder.
The visit took place. It was a formidable campaign; a nocturnal battle against pestilence and suffocation.
It will be perceived that he had a peculiar manner of his own of judging things: I suspect that he obtained it from the Gospel.
Peoples, like planets, possess the right to an eclipse. And all is well, provided that the light returns and that the eclipse does not degenerate into night. Dawn and resurrection are synonymous. The reappearance of the light is identical with the persistence of the I.
What took place next in the fate of M. Myriel?
Let us enter equal complaint against stomachs and minds which do not eat. If there is anything more heart-breaking than a body perishing for lack of bread, it is a soul which is dying from hunger for the light.