periphery87:

A Very Astute Observation About Cats, by Victor Hugo

Still true!

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edgarallans:

“it will be remembered that she was more of a lark than a dove.”

Les Mis Modern Aesthetic, Musichetta

“And you, Jolllly, where do you stand in your entanglement with Mamselle—you know whom I mean?”

“She sulks at me with cruel patience.”

“Yet you are a lover to soften the heart with gauntness.”

“Alas!”

“In your place, I would let her alone.”

“That is easy enough to say.”

“And to do. Is not her name Musichetta?”

“Yes. Ah! my poor Bahorel, she is a superb girl, very literary, with tiny feet, little hands, she dresses well, and is white and dimpled, with the eyes of a fortune-teller. I am wild over her.”

Les Miserables, Victor Hugo, 3.4.4

Face Claim: Kate Menson

timeinyourteeth:

those who barely missed becoming historic: laigle ‘bossuet’ de meaux

Bossuet was a gay but unlucky fellow. His specialty was not to succeed in anything. As an offset, he laughed at everything. He possessed knowledge and wit, but all he did miscarried. He soon reached his last sou, never his last burst of laughter. When adversity entered his doors, he saluted this old acquaintance cordially. 

thedamnstars:

Barricade Boys → Feuilly (9/?)

Feuilly was a workingman, a fan-maker, orphaned both of father and mother, who earned with difficulty three francs a day, and had but one thought, to deliver the world. He had one other preoccupation, to educate himself; he called this also, delivering himself. 

thedamnstars:

Barricade Boys → Bahorel (8/?)

“Bahorel was a good-natured mortal, who kept bad company, brave, a spendthrift, prodigal, and to the verge of generosity, talkative, and at times eloquent, bold to the verge of effrontery; the best fellow possible…”

argents:

“Before him he saw two roads, both equally straight; but he did see two; and that terrified him—he who had never in his life known anything but one straight line. And, bitter anguish, these two roads were contradictory.” [x]

a-little-fall-of-ravenclaw:

So this is your friendly reminder that every time a cannon fired at the barricade, Courfeyrac said, “Bless you!” And Les Amis found it hilarious. Mind you, this is at the literal barricade, amidst all the bloodshed and turmoil. Les Amis are so incredibly dorky and I love them. Allrighty bye.

Paris is always showing its teeth. When it is not snarling, it is laughing.

Les Misérables, Part III, Book I, Chapter XI
(via sextmen)

If the soul is left in darkness, sins will be committed. The guilty one is not he who commits the sin, but the one who causes the darkness.

Victor Hugo, Les Miserables (via pilferingapples)