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Originally released as a motion picture in 2012.
Creating the perfect Paris
The original masterwork : Victor Hugo's Les misérables
Optional audio feature commentary with director Tom Hooper.
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“The spirit of resistance to government is so valuable on certain occasions that I wish it to be always kept alive.” –Thomas Jefferson
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To love another person is to see the face of God.
“If your actions inspire others to dream more, learn more, do more and become more, you are a leader.” –John Quincy Adams
“Music expresses that which cannot be put into words and that which cannot remain silent” ― Victor Hugo
Bishop: "But remember this, my brother, see in this some higher plan. You must use this precious silver to become an honest man. By the witness of the martyrs, by the Passion and the Blood, God has raised you out of darkness; I have bought your soul for God!"
Gavroche: "This is the land I fought for liberty, now when we fight, we fight for bread... here is the thing about equality, everyone's equal when they're dead."
Lord let me find him, that I may see him safe behind bars I will never rest. Till then, this I swear. This I swear by the stars.
"But the tigers come at night. With their voices soft as thunder. As they tear your hope apart. As they turn your dreams to shame. He slept one summer by my side. Filled my days with endless wonder. He took my childhood in his stride. But he was gone when autum came."
"Look down, look down, don't look 'em in the eye. Look down, look down. You're here until you die."
"Who am I? Can I condem this man to slavery? Pretend I do not feel his agony? And must my name until I die be no more than an alibi? Must I lie? How can I ever face my fellow men? How can I ever face myself again."