Nature, like a kind and smiling mother, lends herself to our dreams and cherishes our fancies. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
We should judge a man much more surely from what he dreams than from what he thinks. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
She had had sweet dreams, which possibly arose from the fact that her little bed was very white. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“My fellow, you strike me at present as being situated in the moon, kingdom of dream, province of illusion, capital: Soap-Bubble.” — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“Every time that the wind blows it bears with it more of the dreams of men than of the clouds of heaven.” — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“To be a saint is to be an exception; to be a true man is the rule. Err, fail, sin if you… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“I have a dream my life would be. So different from this hell I'm living. So different now from what it seem.… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“Nothing is more dangerous than to stop working. It is a habit that can soon be lost, one that is easily neglected… — 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
