A few feet under the ground reigns so profound a silence, and yet so much tumult on the surface!

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.

At that moment of love, a moment when passion is absolutely silent under omnipotence of ecstasy, Marius, pure seraphic Marius, would have been more capable of visiting a woman of the streets than of raising Cosette’s dress above the ankle. Once on a moonlit night, Cosette stopped to pick up something from the ground, her dress loosened and revealed the swelling of her breasts. Marius averted his eyes.

I will be Chateaubriand or nothing.

There is a material advancement; we desire it. There is, also, a moral grandeur; we hold fast to it.

Idleness is a mother. She has a son, robbery, and a daughter, hunger.

God has set his intentions in the flowers, in the dawn, in the spring, it is his will that we should love.