“If you ask the great city, ‘Who is this person?,’ she will answer, ‘He is my child.” — 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
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
“There are fathers who do not love their children; there exists no grandfather who does not adore his grandson. At” — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“She took recourse to the expedient of constantly terrified children. She lied.” — 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
Women play with their beauty as children do with their knives. They wound themselves with it. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“The faults of women, children, and servants, of the feeble, the indigent, and the ignorant, are the faults of their husbands, fathers,… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“The wretchedness of a child interests a mother, the wretchedness of a young man interests a young girl, the wretchedness of an… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Men are still men. The despot's wickedness Comes of ill teaching, and of power's excess,-- Comes of the purple he from childhood… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“The sins of women and children, domestic servants and the weak, the poor and the ignorant, are the sins of the husbands… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
My childhood began, as everybody's childhood begins, with prejudices. Man finds prejudices beside his cradle, puts them from him a little in… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
The three great problems of this century; the degradation of man in the proletariat, the subjection of women through hunger, the atrophy… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
The mother...swinging the children by pulling on a length of string, while at the same time she kept and eye on them… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“Knowing that she was beautiful, she was thoroughly conscious, though in an indistinct fashion, that she possessed a weapon. Women play with… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“He was indulgent to women and to the poor, oppressed by the weight of society. "The faults of women, children, and servants,"… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“our tears must begin before Louis XVII. I will weep with you over the children of kings, provided that you will weep… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“She could become a child again, run and frolic, leave her hat on Valjean’s knees and fill it with bunches of wild… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
When people look back at their childhood or youth, their wistfulness comes from the memory, not of what their lives had been… — 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
I exist," murmurs someone whose name is Everyone. "I'm young and in love; I am old and I want rest; I work,… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“In front marched Egypt. The Duke of Egypt at their head, on horseback, with his counts on foot, holding his bridle and… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Children at once accept joy and happiness with quick familiarity, being themselves naturally all happiness and joy. — 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 little girl without a doll is almost as unhappy, and quite as impossible, as a woman without children.” — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“He who has seen the misery of man only has seen nothing, he must see the misery of woman; he who has… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“The wretchedness of a child interests a mother, the wretchedness of a young man interests a young girl, the wretchedness of an… — 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
