“The soul does not give up to despair until it has exhausted all illusions.” — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Symmetry is ennui, and ennui is the very essence of grief and melancholy. Despair yawns. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Symmetry is tedious, and tedium is the very basis of mourning. Despair yawns. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
The soul does not give itself up to despair until it has exhausted all illusions. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“they no longer had any hope, but they had despair. Despair is a last weapon that sometimes brings victory; Virgil said so.” — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Nothing is so stifling as symmetry. Symmetry is boredom, the quintessence of mourning. Despair yawns. There is something more terrible than a… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“The driver, a black silhouette upon his box, whipped up his bony horses. Icy silence in the coach. Marius, motionless, his body… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“Pierce through the livid face of a human being at certain moments as they ponder, look behind the facade, look into the… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
As we have said, robust souls are sometimes almost, but not entirely, overthrown by strokes of misfortune…Despair has steps leading upward. From… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“WHEN any extraordinary events, unexpected anxieties or catastrophes, intrude themselves suddenly into a life up to that period peaceful and happy, these… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“Many men have a secret monster this way, a disease that they feed, a dragon that gnaws them, a despair that inhabits… — 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
