It seemed to be a necessary ritual that he should prepare himself for sleep by meditating under the solemnity of the night sky... a mysterious transaction between the infinity of the soul and the infinity of the universe.
Victor HugoRead
He was at his own request and through his own complicity driven out of all his happinesses one after the other; and he had this sorrow, that after having lost Cosette wholly in one day, he was afterwards obliged to lose her again in detail.
Interpretation
The quote reflects the sorrow of losing a loved one and the painful process of gradual loss.
In this quote by Victor Hugo, the speaker laments the profound emotional pain experienced when losing a cherished person, specifically Cosette. The speaker suggests that the loss was not only sudden but was compounded by a slow realization of her absence, highlighting the complexities of love and the heartbreak that comes from both immediate and gradual separations.
In practice
During a speech at a memorial, one might use this quote to express the enduring pain of losing a loved one.
It seemed to be a necessary ritual that he should prepare himself for sleep by meditating under the solemnity of the night sky... a mysterious transaction between the infinity of the soul and the infinity of the universe.
When two mouths, made sacred by love, draw near to each other to create, it is impossible, that above that ineffable kiss there should not be a thrill in the immense mystery of the stars.
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.
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