Beginning with that blessed and holy hour when a kiss betrothed these two souls, Marius was there every evening.
If, at that period of her existence, Cosette had fallen in love with a man in the least unscrupulous or debauched, she would have been lost; for there are generous natures which yield themselves, and Cosette was one of them. One of woman''s magnanimities is to yield.
Love, at the height where it is absolute, is complicated with some indescribably celestial blindness of modesty.
But what dangers you run, O noble souls! Often you give the heart, and we take the body.
Your heart remains with you, you gaze upon it in the gloom with a shudder.
Love has no middle course; it either ruins or it saves.
All human destiny lies in this dilemma.
This dilemma, ruin, or safety, is set forth no more inexorably by any fatality than by love.
Love is life, if it is not death.
Cradle; also coffin.
The same sentiment says "yes" and "no" in the human heart.
Of all the things that God has made, the human heart is the one which sheds the most light, alas! and the most darkness.
God willed that Cosette''s love should encounter one of the loves which save._思_兔_網_文_檔_共_享_與_在_線_閱_讀_
Throughout the whole of the month of May of that year 1832, there were there, in every night, in that poor, neglected garden, beneath that thicket which grew thicker and more fragrant day by day, two beings composed of all chastity, all innocence, overflowing with all the felicity of heaven, nearer to the archangels than to mankind, pure, honest, intoxicated, radiant, who shone for each other amid the shadows.