Table talk and Lovers' talk equally elude the grasp; Lovers' Talk is clouds, Table Talk is smoke." Les Miserables — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Music is the vapor of art. It is to poetry what reverie is to thought, what fluid is to solid, what the… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Large, heavy, ragged black clouds hung like crape hammocks beneath the starry cope of the night. You would have said that they… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“There are birds in the clouds, just as there are angels above human distresses; but what can they do for him? They… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Woman, nude, is the blue sky. Clouds and garments are an obstacle to contemplation. Beauty and infinity would be gazed upon unveiled. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Every day has its great grief or its small anxiety. ... One cloud is dispelled, another forms. There is hardly one day… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“He loved to saunter through fields of wild oats and corn-flowers, and busied himself with clouds nearly as much as with events.” — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Should we continue to look upwards? Is the light we can see in the sky one of those which will presently be… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
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
Table talk and Lovers' talk equally elude the grasp; Lovers' talk is clouds, table talk is smoke. — 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
“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
