The most powerful symptom of love is a tenderness which becomes at times almost insupportable. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Mothers arms are made of tenderness, And sweet sleep blesses the child who lies therein. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“The arms of mothers are made of tenderness; in them children sleep profoundly.” — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
A mother's arms are made of tenderness and children sleep soundly in them. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“Mother's arms are made of tenderness, and sweet sleep blesses the child who lies within.” — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
An increase of tenderness always ended by boiling over and turning to indignation. He was at the point where we seek to… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“gentleness and tenderness are born with love, and the young girl who cherishes within her breast a trembling and fragile ideal has… — 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
