In Shakespeare the birds sing, the bushes are clothed with green, hearts love, souls suffer, the cloud wanders, it is hot, it… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
A bird sings, a child prattles, but it is the same hymn; hymn indistinct, inarticulate, but full of profound meaning. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
The soul helps the body, and at certain moments raises it. It is the only bird that sustains its cage. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
The transept belfry and the two towers were to him three great cages, the birds in which, taught by him, would sing… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Every bird which flies has the thread of the infinite in its claw. Germination includes the hatching of a meteor and the… — 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
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
Never had the sky been more studded with stars and more charming, the trees more trembling, the odor of the grass more… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
The soul has illusions as the bird has wings: it is supported by them. — 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
Be as a bird perched on a frail branch that she feels bending beneath her, still she sings away all the same,… — 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
Be like the bird who, pausing in her flight awhile on boughs too slight, feels them give way beneath her, and yet… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“There is still a certain grace in a dead festival. It has been happy.” — 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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
Great blunders are often made, like large ropes, of a multitude of fibres. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“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 Image
“Blacheville smiles with the self-satisfied smugness of a man whose vanity is tickled” — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“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 Image
