Notre Dame classic quotations 1 1 What is love?
It's a magical addition: a miss plus a miss can become the moon of fifteen. This is an unusual round of listening: even through Qianshan, you can hear each other's excited heartbeat.
It is a wonderful language: it can be tender as water, like a wave of smoke, or powerful and earth-shattering.
It is a solid lock: it locks the words of a close lover into a dream of memory. This is a special letter: it is full of sweet kisses and sent with kisses.
The weather in late spring is a bit lazy, especially on such a night, when the lights are dim, you don't talk to a lamp, and choose a quiet atmosphere, which makes people feel a little sleepy. If the bell suddenly rings in your ear at this moment, and you peel off the night and ask your soul in a gloomy and vigorous way, what will you think of? I imagine in the dark, with trembling fingers through the thick fog, through the thick night, arrived in Paris in the fifteenth century. Standing in front of my eyes is a huge Gothic building, with a tall tower soaring into the sky. Crawling at the feet of giants, I am just a humble ant. She is the world-famous Notre Dame de Paris, a huge symphony composed of magnificent stones.
For 3,000 years, the Seine River has quietly passed by her, washing the dust of history all night. And her forehead is full of vicissitudes of life, she read all the changes in the world, quietly.
For many people who have never been to Paris, she is more of a title and a painful story. Her name is closely related to Hugo, a great French poet, novelist, literary critic and political commentator in the19th century, an innovator of poetry and the founder of romantic drama. With her wisdom and hard work, she injected blood and soul into the lifeless cold stone, making her rich and wonderful. They are like a pair of lovers.
Hugo once said in the preface of Notre Dame de Paris that a few years ago, when he visited her, he found the handwriting on the wall in the dark corner of a spire bell tower: ANARKH. These capital Greek letters, eroded by years, are dark in color and deeply embedded in stones. These indescribable symbols, especially their fateful and tragic meanings, deeply shocked his heart.
He wondered who this tragic soul was, and he would not leave this world unless he left a mark of evil or disaster on the forehead of this ancient church. After the visit, the walls were painted and scraped off, and the mysterious handwriting engraved on Notre Dame-the dark bell tower disappeared. Now that it's gone, the unknown fate summarized by its tears has vanished. The person who wrote on the wall, together with the words, disappeared from the world.
At that time, there was an open-air cafe in front of Notre Dame. He drank rich coffee and sat until the sun set, watching the color of the sunset spread evenly on the white stone wall of Notre Dame. I imagine Hugo in an invisible state of mind, wandering in the huge shadow of the front wall of Notre Dame day and night, listening to the long bell from the bell tower and gently stroking the stone that will be carved with fate by the years. The mysterious words on the bell tower can't help jumping into his mind, and a noble and painful feeling slowly rises in his heart, and he begins to conceive a magnificent story.
8 In Grevo Square, Esmeralda, a beautiful and kind gypsy wandering girl, danced, followed by Gary, a beautiful and clever girl; Quasimodo, the bell ringer, bounced back and forth on the bell tower with his ugly deformed body, growling like a monster. The shadow of father-Yinyu is like a ghost, thick and wet, shining through the black coat in the courtyard wall of the bell tower.
Those stones will surely be remembered today. At that time, he sighed deeply and piteously. His fiery fingers were like burning flames, and he felt the painful process of exploring the heart of human nature.
Notre Dame de Paris 10 has two bell towers at the top, and the giant clock in the south bell tower weighs thirteen tons. Quasimodo used to ring the bell here. Those clocks are the only light that can penetrate deep into the soul of deaf-mute Cyclops. He loves them, he talks to them, understands them and enjoys his unique happiness. He gave this mysterious church a special life.
1 1 On the top of this clock tower far away from the world and close to heaven, it is a noble and holy world belonging to quasimodo, and it is also a lonely and desperate world. That day, he looked out from here, and the dense houses in Paris were divided by streets. -a cold breeze blowing, it seems that even the clock tower is shaking.
12 In Grevo Square, there are boiling crowds, mighty kings, domineering soldiers, and, of course, mighty executioners and beautiful gallows. Everyone craned their necks, as if expecting a wonderful performance.
The noose bit her neck. She is like an innocent butterfly. Her weak wings twitched a few times and finally stopped on the spider web. Just as the sun was rising, her white skirt drifted in the wind.
14 Esmeralda is dead. She died in the square where she danced and in the square where she gave quasimodo water to drink.
15 The eyes at the top of the tower shed tears quietly, only one eye shed tears once. Finally, I hold the person I love and die, becoming dust that will never be separated. The bell echoed with the kindness of cruel burial.
16 Everything in all things is not the beauty of human beings. Ugliness is next to beauty, deformity is close to beauty, ugliness is hidden behind sublimity, beauty and evil coexist, light and darkness * * *, Hugo said.
17 Birth, Destruction, Reconstruction, Millennium. Today, the bell is still ringing and mass is still being held. During the day, people go in, cut off, and put aside the secular temporarily. Light holy water on your forehead, cross your chest, light candles in front of the altar, and then sit down quietly to get spiritual comfort and inner sublimation. Notre Dame de Paris remains Notre Dame de Paris.
18 The windows on the Champs Elysé es are colorful and convey the latest fashion ideas in the world, but this is not Paris. The Seine River, which flows quietly, witnessed the historical changes in silence. It is not Paris. Coffee shops all over the street are full of French leisure, warmth and romance. This is not Paris. Paris is the immortal bell of Notre Dame.
19 on such an unforgettable night, Notre Dame de Paris finally sent me off with a bell, as if everything had been predestined.
The classic quotation of Notre Dame de Paris is 2 1. All civilizations begin with theocracy and end with democracy. This law of freedom after unification is also written in architectural art.
2. A bad life is wrong! Beauty only loves beauty.
The man stopped, turned to her and uncovered the headscarf-"Ah," she was shocked and giggled, "I knew it was him again!"
So he lowered his arm slowly and looked at the ground affectionately: "If these stones can talk, where are they?" They will definitely say that I am an unfortunate person. "
5. The girl gently pulled back the foot pressed under the priest's leg. He slowly touched his sunken cheek with his hand and looked at his wet fingers for a while. "Why!" He murmured, "I cried!"
6. What a poor grain of human justice has been handed over to the terrible millstone of torture.
She opened her mouth to answer him. He knelt in front of her so that he could listen to what she said devoutly-he thought maybe he would sympathize with him. But she said to him, "You are a murderer!" "
8. With these words, he stood up again like a body that found its center of gravity. But his words did not quell his slight excitement. His voice is getting lower and lower.
9. For each of us, there is a certain balance between our intelligence, our morality and our temperament, and they constantly develop themselves unless life is interrupted by major changes.
10, he suddenly stopped and said, "No, it's not like that."
1 1. harkness can only scare people. The chilly north wind can't scrape off the coat of pedestrians. When the sun shines on pedestrians, it can make people gradually heat up and take off their coats automatically.
12. Architectural art has always been a great book of human beings, and it is the main performance of human beings in various development situations. It can be a sign of strength or wisdom.
13, extreme pain, like extreme joy, can't last long because it's too violent.
14. finally, the gypsy girl said to him, "it doesn't scare me as much as you do."
15, "Don't bite me, monster!" She shouted. "ah! Terrible unclean demon monk! Let me go! I'll tear your damn gray hair off and throw it in your face! "
He is a priest. He looks more like his ghost. That's because of the moonlight, in which everything looks like a ghost.
17. If a poet lacks feelings for reality and human beings, he cannot establish contact with the earth.
18, his eyes shining with rough light of lust. His lips caressed the girl's neck enthusiastically. She struggled in his arms. He kissed her face all over.
He covered his face with his hand. The girl heard him cry. This is the first time he has cried. He stood and cried all over, which was worse than kneeling. He cried like this for a long time.
20. Emotional communication among civilians is agile, rapid and even calm.
2 1, human actions start from two starting points, one is respected and the other is cursed.
22. Some small things often turn into big things: a tooth will defeat a rock, a Nile mouse will kill a crocodile, and a sword with a handle will kill a whale.
At the age of 23, he suddenly turned to the gypsy girl with indescribable pain on his face:
24. The man in black still didn't say a word. He held her tighter and began to speed up his steps. She stopped resisting and followed him in dismay.
25. From time to time, she concentrated a little effort and asked, "Who are you?" Who are you? "He didn't answer.