He had not yet lived long enough to have discovered that nothing is more close at hand then the impossible, and that… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
What was more needed by this old man who divided the leisure hours of his life, where he had so little leisure,… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
The poor man shuddered, overflowed with an angelic joy; he declared in his transport that this would last through life; he said… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
So a voice in the mountain is enough to let loose an avalanche. A word too much may be followed by a… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
To love or have loved, that is enough. Ask nothing further. There is no other pearl to be found in the dark… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
To destroy abuses is not enough; Habits must also be changed. The windmill has gone, but the wind is still there." ~old… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
To give thanks in solitude is enough. Thanksgiving has wings and goes where it must go. Your prayer knows much more about… — 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
