In winter there is no heat, no light, no noon, evening touches morning, there is fog, and mist, the window is frosted,… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Winter is on my head, but eternal spring is in my heart; I breathe at this hour the fragrance of the lilacs,… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
The sunshine was delightful, the foliage gently astir, more from the activity of birds than from the breeze. One gallant little bird,… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Look not at the face, young girl, look at the heart. The heart of a handsome young man is often deformed. There… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Love would never be a promise of a rose garden unless it is showered with light of faith, water of sincerity and… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
I believe that pity is a law like justice, and that kindness is a duty like uprightness. That which is weak has… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Winter is on my head, but eternal spring is in my heart. The nearer I approach the end, the plainer I hear… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Justice has its anger, my lord Bishop, and the wrath of justice is an element of progress. Whatever else may be said… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Can human nature ever be wholly and radically transformed? Can the man whom God made good be made wicked by man? Can… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
They adored each other; but still the permanent and the immutable subsist. We may love and laugh, pout, clasp hands, smile, and… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
He caught her, she fell, he caught her in his arms, he held her tightly unconscious of what he was doing. He held her… — Victor Hugo Copy Share
“First I loved women, then animals, and now I love stones. They're just as amusing as women and animals and they're much less trecherous.” — Victor Hugo Copy Share
Nature is pitiless; she never withdraws her flowers, her music, her fragrance, and her sunlight from before human cruelty or suffering. — Victor Hugo Copy Share
“Have courage for the great sorrows of life, and patience for the small ones. And when you have finished your daily task, go to… — Victor Hugo Copy Share
The peasants of the Asturias believe that in every litter of wolves there is one pup that is killed by the mother for fear… — Victor Hugo Copy Share
“For love is like a tree; it grows of itself; it send its roots deep into our being, and often continues to grow green… — Victor Hugo Copy Share
“Blacheville smiles with the self-satisfied smugness of a man whose vanity is tickled” — Victor Hugo Copy Share
“Loving in ignorance, she loved with all the more passion. She did not know whether it was good or evil, beneficent or dangerous, necessary… — Victor Hugo Copy Share
“When those we love are in question, our prudence invents every sort of madness.” — Victor Hugo Copy Share
