Love?

I was re-reading Les Miserables by Victor Hugo last night, and I stumbled upon the page of love quotes Marius sneaks to Cosette in the night. Some are beautifully, breathtakingly, crafted, basically amazing in every way, shape and form. However, some are barely understandable, and are borderline strange:

"If you are stone, be magnetic; if a plant, be sensitive; but if you are human be love"(805).
I feel like this quote should belong in a cheesy romantic comedy or something. Perhaps on a deeper level, this is exemplifies the characteristics of what it is like to be human, but there's so much more to life than to scour the earth for someone. Additionally, in my perspective, it's getting a little ridiculous with the whole "soul mate" scenario, that there is only one person in the whole entire world who is the exact perfect match. I'm pretty sure that throughout a day in the life of, there's got to be at least one person who is mildly attractive to your palate (I may conduct an experiment to prove this point).

"Love is the salute of the angels to the stars"(803).
I'm sorry, but, what is this madness? Through analysis, we can be able to get the general gist of this quote, but it doesn't really seem to click during a reading. I'm not even sure I can picture this scene, much less understand it.

  Deterring from my Les Mis rant, I'd like to announce of the title of the new book I'm positively obsessed about! It's The Maytrees by Annie Dillard.Some people call her the Thoreau of our generation (she did quite a bit of research about Thoreau, but swears she's different), as her writing is full of rich metaphors about nature and the beauty of. A while back, I read one of her short stories, and it was so addicting and thought-provoking, and good. The Maytrees is a love story, but definitely not Nicholas Sparks-esque, or ultra dramatic, for that matter. It's like a watered-down syrup, not painstakingly sweet, but still with a note or two of romantic evanescence, with a focus on the human spirit.

"Without her he already felt like one of two pieces of electrical tape pulled apart"(9).

"Another time you bang a knuckle, and maybe twenty years later you pinch its other side. With each injury you learn how that patch of you feels. It wakens. Until it heals, you're aware of those nerves...Every place you injure adds that patch to your consciousness. You grow more alive. And the point of all this is...that when you have hurt every single place on your body, you die! Once you have felt every last nerve ending, at least on your skin, then you have lived in full awareness. Then you die"(14).

I'm super duper excited on finishing.