He caught her, she fell, he caught her in his arms, he held her tightly unconscious of what he was doing. He… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Great griefs exhaust. They discourage us with life. The man into whom they enter feels something taken from him. In youth, their… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
So your desire is to do nothing? Well, you shall not have a week, a day, an hour, free from oppression. You… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
To see so much misery everywhere, I suspect that God is not rich. He keeps up appearances, it is true, but I… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Anger may be foolish and absurd, and one may be wrongly irritated, but a man never feels outraged unless in some respect… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Winter is on my head, but eternal spring is in my heart. The nearer I approach the end, the plainer I hear… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
"I should hope so," Laigle replied, "for my coat and I live comfortably together. It has assumed all my wrinkles, does not… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
I tried. But I feel that I haven't given utterance to the thousandth part of what lies within me. When I go… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Promise to give me a kiss on my brow when I am dead. --I shall feel it." She dropped her head again… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Be as a bird perched on a frail branch that she feels bending beneath her, still she sings away all the same,… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
My coat and I live comfortably togther. It has assumed all my wrinkles, does not hurt me anywhere, has moulded itself on… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Be like the bird who, pausing in her flight awhile on boughs too slight, feels them give way beneath her, and yet… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Promise to give me a kiss on my brow when I am dead.--I shall feel it. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
All that was neither a city, nor a church, nor a river, nor color, nor light, nor shadow: it was reverie. For… — 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
