To learn to read is to light a fire; every syllable that is spelled out is a spark. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“The pupil dilates in the night, and at last finds day in it, even as the soul dilates in misfortune, and at… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“A torch-flame resembles the wisdom of cowards: it gives a poor light because it trembles.” — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
The pupil dilates in darkness and in the end finds light, just as the soul dilates in misfortune and in the end… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Of all the things that God has made, the human heart is the one which sheds the most light, alas! and the… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“Who has been unhooking the stars without my permission, and putting them on the table in the guise of candles?” — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
It is the essence of truth that it is never excessive… We must not resort to the flame where only light is… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
If you look in the eyes of the young, you see flame. If you look in the eyes of the old, you… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Thus, during those nineteen years of torture and slavery, did this soul rise and fall at the same time. Light entered on… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
The memory of an absent person shines in the deepest recesses of the heart, shining the more brightly the more wholly its… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Nations, like stars, are entitled to eclipse. All is well, provided the light returns and the eclipse does not become endless night.… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
You have enemies? Why, it is the story of every man who has done a great deed or created a new idea.… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
It is the essence of truth that it is never excessive. Why should it exaggerate? There is that which should be destroyed… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
O darkness, the sky is a gloomy precinct Whose door you close, and whose key the soul owns; And night divides itself… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
In this world, which is so plainly the antechamber of another, there are no happy men. The true division of humanity is… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
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
Separated lovers cheat absence by a thousand fancies which have their own reality. They are prevented from seeing one another and they… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Those who every morning plan the transactions of the day and follow out that plan carry a thread that will guide them… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“The true division of humanity is this: the luminous and the dark. To diminish the number of the dark, to increase the… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Love has no middle term; either it destroys, or it saves. All human destiny is this dilemma. This dilemma, destruction or salvation,… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
All that was neither a city, nor a church, nor a river, nor color, nor light, nor shadow: it was reverie. For… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“The real human division is this: the luminous and the shady. To diminish the number of the shady, to augment the number… — 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… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Separated lovers cheat absence by a thousand fancies which have their own reality. They are prevented from seeing one another and they… — 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
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
