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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, and said to him with an accent the sweetness on which already seemed to come from another world: And then, do you know, Monsieur Marius, I believe I was a little in love with you. She essayed to smile again and expired.
— Victor Hugo
Love each other dearly always. There is scarcely anything else in the world but that: to love one another.
— Victor Hugo
What a great thing, to be loved! What a greater thing still, to love! The heart becomes heroic though passion…if no one loved, the sun would go out.
— Victor Hugo
What a grand thing it is to be loved! What a far grander thing it is to love! The heart becomes heroic, by dint of passion.
— Victor Hugo
To love is to act.
— Victor Hugo
Ye who suffer because ye love, love yet more. To die of love, is to live in it.
— Victor Hugo
To love and be loved, that is the miracle of youth
— Victor Hugo
To love or to have loved, that is enough. Ask nothing further.
— Victor Hugo
THE SUPREME HAPPINESS IN LIFE IS THE CONVICTION THAT WE ARE LOVED V. HUGO
— Victor Hugo
Life's greatest happiness is to be convinced we are loved
— Victor Hugo
He now clearly perceived the truth which was henceforth to be the centre of his life, namely, that while she was there, while he had her near him, he would need nothing except for her sake and fear nothing except on her account. He was not even conscious of feeling extremely cold, having taken off his coat to cover her.
— Victor Hugo
He kissed the handkerchief, inhaled its perfume, put it over his heart, against his flesh in the daytime, and at night went to sleep with it on his lips. I feel her whole soul in it! he exclaimed. The handkerchief belonged to the old gentleman, who had simply dropped it from his pocket.
— Victor Hugo