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
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.
Interpretation
Love creates a profound connection between people that is both beautiful and cosmic.
In this quote, Victor Hugo suggests that when two individuals in love come together, their union transcends ordinary experience. The act of sharing a kiss is imbued with a sense of cosmic significance, highlighting the extraordinary nature of love and the connections it fosters, suggesting that such moments resonate with the mysteries of the universe itself.
In practice
In a wedding ceremony, the officiant could use this quote to emphasize the sacredness of the couple's love.
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.
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.
Thought is the work of the intellect, reverie is its self-indulgence. To substitute day-dreaming for thought is to confuse a poison with a source of nourishment.
Taste is the common sense of genius.
Forget not, never forget that you have promised me to use this silver to become an honest man.... Jean Valjean, my brother: you belong no longer to evil, but to good. It is your soul that I am buying for you. I withdraw it from dark thoughts and from the spirit of perdition, and I give it to God!
There are no weeds, and no worthless men. There are only bad farmers.
I thought of you and how you love this beauty, And walking up the long beach all alone I heard the waves breaking in measured thunder As you and I once heard their monotone. Around me were the echoing dunes, beyond me The cold and sparkling silver of the sea -- We two will pass through death and ages lengthen Before you hear that sound again with me.
When you truly love yourself, you don't have enemies. They may hate you but you're too big to hate them back.
Trapped in silence, Marco traces apologies and adorations across Celia's body with his tongue. Mutely expressing all the things he cannot speak aloud. He finds other ways to tell her, his fingers leaving faint trails of ink in their wake. He savors every sound he elicits from her. The entire room trembles as they come together. And though there are a great many fragile objects contained within it, nothing breaks.
To love means to embrace and at the same time to withstand many endings, and many many beginnings- all in the same relationship.
She could not have gazed at him with a more rapturous intensity if she had been a small child and he a saucer of ice cream.
The Cross will be for us as it was for Christ: proof of the greatest love.
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