“In vain we chisel, as best we can, the mysterious block of which our life is made, the black vein of destiny… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“Every man who has in his soul a secret feeling of revolt against any act of the State, of life, or of… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“The onward march of the human race requires that the heights around it should be ablaze with noble and enduring lessons of… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
In vain we chisel, as best we can, the mysterious block of which our life is made, the black vein of destiny… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“It is an error to imagine that fate can be exhausted, and that one has reached the bottom of anything whatever.” — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“Do what we may to shape the mysterious stuff of which our lives are composed, the dark threads of our destiny will… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“We chip away as best we can at the mysterious block of marble our lives are made of- in vain; the black… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
During a wise man's whole life, his destiny holds his philosophy in a state of siege. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Who can be sure that Jean Valjean had not been on the verge of losing heart and giving up the struggle? In… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
What is said about men often has as much influence upon their lives, and especially upon their destinies, as what they do. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Love has no middle term; either it destroys, or it saves. All human destiny is this dilemma. This dilemma, destruction or salvation,… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“Deep hearts, sage minds, take life as God has made it; it is a long trial, an incomprehensible preparation for an unknown… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
When love has fused and mingled two beings in a sacred and angelic unity, the secret of life has been discovered so… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“Carve as we will the mysterious block of which our life is made, the black vein of destiny constantly reappears in it.” — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
There is will in the thought, there is none in the dream. The dream, which is completely spontaneous, takes and keeps, even… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Can human nature ever be wholly and radically transformed? Can the man whom God made good be made wicked by man? Can… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Profound hearts, wise minds, take life as God makes it; it is a long trial, and unintelligible preparation for the unknown destiny. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
...Though we chisel away as best we can at the mysterious block from which our life is made, the black vein of… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“Fate, with its mysterious and inexorable patience, was slowly bringing together these two beings charged, like thunder-clouds, with electricity, with the latent… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Superstition, bigotry and prejudice, ghosts though they are, cling tenaciously to life; they are shades armed with tooth and claw. They must… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
True or false, that which is said of men often occupies as important a place in their lives, and above all in… — 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
