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.

You who suffer because you love love still more. To die of love is to live by it.

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.

The power of a glance has been so much abused in love stories that it has come to be disbelieved in. Few people dare now to say that two beings have fallen in love because they have looked at each other. Yet it is in this way that love begins and in this way only.

What was more needed by this old man who divided the leisure hours of his life where he had so little leisure between gardening in the daytime and contemplation at night Was not this narrow enclosure with the sky for a background enough to enable him to adore God in his most beautiful as well as in his most sublime works Indeed is not that all and what more can be desired A little garden to walk and immensity to reflect upon. At his feet something to cultivate and gather above his head something to study and meditate upon a few flowers on the earth and all the stars in the sky.

I have a dream my life would be. So different from this hell Im living. So different now from what it seem. Now life has killed the dream I dreamed.Fantine