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“These two beings, who had loved each other so exclusively, and with so touching a love, and who had lived so long for each other, were now suffering beside one another and through one another; without speaking of it, without harsh feeling, and smiling all the while.”
― Victor Hugo

“Slowly he took out the clothes in which, ten years beforem Cosette had left Montfermeil; first the little dress, then the black scarf, then the great heavy child's shoes Cosette could still almost have worn, so small was her foot, then the vest of very thich fustian, then the knitted petticoat, the the apron with pockets, then the wool stockings.... Then his venerable white head fell on the bed, this old stoical heart broke, his face was swallowed up, so to speak, in Cosette's clothes, and anybody who had passed along the staircase at that moment would have heard irrepressible sobbing.”
― Victor Hugo, Les Misérables

“Because things are not agreeable," said Jean Valjean, "that is no reason for being unjust towards God.”
― Victor Hugo, Les Misérables

“He sleeps. Although his fate was very strange, he lived. He died when he had no longer his angel. The thing came to pass simply, of itself, as the night comes when day is gone.”
― Victor Hugo, Les Misérables

“Il giorno in cui una donna che vi passa davanti sprigiona luce camminando, siete perduto, amate. Non vi rimane da far altro che una cosa: pensare a lei così intensamente da costringerla a pensare a voi.”
― Victor Hugo, Les Misérables

“Sad fate! he would enter into sanctity only in the eyes of God when he returned to infamy in the eyes of men.”
― Victor Hugo, Fantine: Les Misérables #1

“During the years of suffering he reachd the conclusion that life was war in which he was one of the defeated. Hatred was his onlt weapon, and he resolved to sharpen it in prison and carry it with him when he left.”
― Victor Hugo, Les Misérables

“He asked himself... whether it was not outrageous for society to treat thus precisely those of its members who were the least well endowed in the division of goods made by chance, and consequently the most deserving of consideration.”
― Victor Hugo

“Oh, implacable march of human societies! Oh, losses of men and of souls on the way! Ocean into which falls all that the law lets slip! Disastrous absence of help! Oh, moral death!
The sea is the inexorable social night into which the penal laws fling their condemned. The sea is the immensity of wretchedness.
The soul, going down stream in this gulf, may become a corpse. Who shall resuscitate it?”
― Victor Hugo, Fantine: Les Misérables #1

“At length he told himself that it must be so, that his destiny was thus allotted, that he had not authority to alter the arrangements made on high, that, in any case, he must make his choice: virtue without and abomination within, or holiness within and infamy without”
― Victor Hugo, Fantine: Les Misérables #1

“The galleys make the convict what he is; reflect upon that, if you please. Before going to the galleys, I was a poor peasant, with very little intelligence, a sort of idiot; the galleys wrought a change in me. I was stupid; I became vicious: I was a block of wood; I became a firebrand. Later on, indulgence and kindness saved me, as severity had ruined me”
― Victor Hugo, Fantine: Les Misérables #1

“And whatever he did, he always fell back onto this paradox at the core of his thought. To remain in paradise and become a demon! To re-enter hell and become an angel!”
― Victor Hugo, Les Miserables

“He wondered if all this happiness really belonged to him, if it was not made up of someone else's happiness--this child's happiness which he in his old age was confiscating and appropriating--and if this was not robbery. He told himself, this child had a right to experience life before renouncing it, that to deprive her in advance of all the joys of life, and to some extent without consulting her, under the pretext of sparing her from all its tribulations, to take advantage of her ignorance and her isolation in order to foster in her a spurious vocation, was to pervert the nature of a human being and to lie to God. And who knows if Cosette, understanding all this some day and wishing she had not become a nun, would not come to hate him? A last thought, this; almost selfish and less heroic than the others, but one that was intolerable to him. He decided to leave the convent.”
― Victor Hugo, Les Misérables

“Must he denounce himself; must he be silent; he could see nothing distinctly. The vague forms of all the reasonings thrown out by his mind trembled and dissipated on after another in smoke, but this much he felt, that by whichever resolve he might abide necessarily and without possibility of escape something of himself would surely die, that he was entering a sepulcher on the righthand as well as on the left. That he was suffering a death agony, the death agony of his happiness or the death agony of his virtue. (...) so struggled beneath its anguish this unhappy soul. 1800 years before this unfortunate man, the mysterious Being in whom are aggregated all the sanctities and all the sufferings of humanity, He also. While the olive trees were all shivering in the fierce breath of the infinite, had long put away from His hand the fearful chalice that appeared before Him, dripping with shadow and running over with darkness, in the star filled depths.”
― Victor Hugo, Les Misérables

“Everything was the same, the paraphernalia of the law, the lateness of the hour â€� even the faces of judges, gendarmes, and spectators seemed scarcely to have changed. Only one thing was different: a crucifix hung on the wall above the presiding judge's head, and this had been lacking in court-rooms at the time of his own trial. He had been tried in the absence of God.”
― Victor Hugo, Les Misérables

“Su felicidad era la meta de mi vida. Ahora ya puede Dios firmar mi hoja de salida. Cosette, eres feliz; ya he cumplido mi tiempo.”
― Victor Hugo, Les Miserables volume 1-2

“All that clearly emerged from his attitude and expression was that he was in a state of strange indecision, seemingly adrift between the two extremes of death on the one hand and salvation on the other—ready to shatter that skull or to kiss that hand.”
― Victor Hugo, Les Miserables (Penguin Hardback Classics) by Victor Hugo Reprint Edition