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
How did it happen that their lips came together? How does it happen that birds sing, that snow melts, that the rose unfolds, that the dawn whitens behind the stark shapes of trees on the quivering summit of the hill? A kiss, and all was said.
Interpretation
The quote suggests that some of life's most profound moments can be encapsulated in simple actions, like a kiss.
Victor Hugo reflects on the beauty and mystery of love through actions that signify deeper connections, such as a kiss. He poses rhetorical questions about the natural world to illustrate that just like these wonders, the coming together of two lips is a remarkable event that encapsulates a wealth of emotions and meanings, suggesting that love can be expressed succinctly and powerfully in simple gestures.
In practice
In a romantic setting, one might quote this to emphasize the importance of a simple kiss in solidifying their feelings.
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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I have fallen in love with American names, the sharp names that never get fat.
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He was my cream, and I was his coffee - And when you poured us together, it was something.
I looked at this tiny, perfect creature and it was as though a light switch had been turned on. A great rush of love flooded out of me.
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