Do you know what friendship is?' he asked. 'Yes,' replied the gypsy; 'it is to be brother and sister; two souls which… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Nothing is more true, more real, than the primeval magnetic disturbances that two souls may communicate to one another, through the tiny… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“The power of a glance has been so much abused in love stories, that it has come to be disbelieved in. Few… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“Cosette, in her seclusion, like Marius in his, was all ready to take fire. Destiny, with its mysterious and fatal patience, was… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Do you know what friendship is... it is to be brother and sister; two souls which touch without mingling, two fingers on… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“There must be a glowing light above such houses. The joy they contain must escape in light through the stones of the… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
When two souls have finally found each other, there is established between them a union which begins on earth and continues forever… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
The power of a glance, it is in this way that love begins, and in this way only. Nothing is more real… — 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
