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Loved

“The supreme happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved, loved for ourselves, or rather loved in spite of ourselves.” Victor Hugo

Have a lovely, sunflower weekend. 🙂

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Death and Truth

“To be near death makes us see the truth.” So wrote Victor Hugo in Les Miserables.

But is it true? Do we have to wait when we are close to dying before we see what reality is; the things that need to be done; need to be changed. Do we have to wait for death to be knocking before we change; before we act; before we admit the truth to whatever situation(s) called for it?

Do some of us wait until a person is dead to say how and what we really feel about them? Was telling him/her so difficult that the only best time was to wait when he/she would not be able to hear it?

Some missed out on love because saying the words, “I love you,” to the person that you were in love with from a distance was very hard to do. Even a special day set aside for lovers, Valentine’s Day, could not get you to admit your feelings.

Some missed out on friendships because actually becoming friends was too scary.

Some needed so badly to hear encouraging, uplifting words, truth, but some people held back. The dead cannot hear.

 

Wants of a Hunchback

Have you ever wanted something that you probably knew that you could never get? Quasimodo, the Hunchback of Notre Dame, went through a lot during his life. He felt not needed, unloved, despised, . . . You know, all of the bad things that would make anyone feel like garbage. But for him, there was a ray of sunshine. He wanted Esmeralda, but he never got her. Perhaps he knew that he never would have.

Then why keep trying? How many of us have done that? Keep trying and wasting time, well it is wasting time, on things, a person’s attention, a celebrity crush that we hope that would turn into reality, and on and on and on.

This book by Victor Hugo made me teary eyed. People judging one man because of his deformed state. The wants of not only him but by the other characters showed me that no matter who we might be, we all have something that we desire. It showed me that what you dish out, the receiver  would keep and remember, thus forming what and who he/she becomes.

“. . . among all the hideous remains they found two skeletons, one embracing the other. One of them, the skeleton of a woman. . . . The second skeleton, which held the first one tightly in its arms, was that of a man. They noticed that it had a twisted spine, a head sunk between its shoulders and one leg shorter than the other. There was no rupture of the vertebrae at the neck, so it was clear that the man had not been hanged. He had apparently come there and died.” from Book 9, chapter four, The Marriage of Quasimodo, The Hunchback of Notre Dame by Victor Hugo

Have not had a chance to see a movie version of this book, but I like this song by Placebo, Protect Me From What I Want.

Death leads to . . .

Three things.

On Sunday, Indy race car driver Dan Wheldon, died. I loved watching those races. And although I never knew him personally, I had watched him race ever since my interest in Indy began. So it was a shock when I saw the news, the crash. And it got me thinking, the death of life leads to . . . People react differently, I know, but but where does it take us?

I am presently reading Les Miserables, by Victor Hugo, and this line got my attention: “Jean Valjean entered the galleys sobbing and shuddering; he went out hardened; he entered in despair: he went out sullen.” The death of freedom leads to . . .  Does the circumstance in which freedom is taken away incite what our reaction(s) will be?

My bible study this morning from 1 Corinthians 12, dealt with spiritual gifts. The main point being that we are all different but one. The death of unity leads to . . . Yes there are differences, but if we are not on the “same page” what “confusion” will there be?

Something deserved?

Do we deserved to be love?

“The supreme happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved, loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in spite of ourselves.” Victor Hugo

Everyone have a great weekend. 🙂