A bit of mould is a pleiad of flowers; a nebula is an ant-hill of stars. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“Mais où sont les neiges d'antan? But where are the snows of years gone by?” — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
In my old age there is a coming into flower. My body wanes; my mind waxes. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“He had but one word for both these kinds of toil; he called them gardening. "The mind is a garden," said he.” — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“One would say, to see all these snow-flakes fall, that there was a plague of white butterflies in heaven.” — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
God will bless you,' said he, 'you are an angel since you take care of the flowers.' 'No,' she replied. 'I am… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
What's our baggage? Only vows, Happiness, and all our care, And the flower that sweetly shows Nestling lightly in your hair. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
God has set his intentions in the flowers, in the dawn, in the spring, it is his will that we should love. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
In the relations of humans with the animals, with the flowers, with all the objects of creation, there is a whole great… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
God will reward you,' he said. 'You must be an angel since you care for flowers. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
A garden to walk in and immensity to dream in--what more could he ask? A few flowers at his feet and above… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“According to an eastern fable, the rose was white when God created it, but when, as it unfolded, it felt Adam's eyes… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
In the relations of man with the animals, with the flowers, with all the objects of creation, there is a whole great… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Separated lovers cheat absence by a thousand fancies which have their own reality. They are prevented from seeing one another and they… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“When we reach out to pluck a flower the stem trembles, seeming both to shrink and to offer itself. The human body… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
In winter there is no heat, no light, no noon, evening touches morning, there is fog, and mist, the window is frosted,… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Everything speaks: the flowing airstream and the sailing halycon, the blade of grass, the flower, the bud, the element; did you imagine… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“Sometimes he dug in his garden; again, he read or wrote. He had but one word for both these kinds of toil;… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Sometimes he used a spade in his garden, and sometimes he read and wrote. He had but one name for these two… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“winter always carries with it something of our sadness; then April came, that daybreak of summer, fresh like every dawn, gay like… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
They adored each other; but still the permanent and the immutable subsist. We may love and laugh, pout, clasp hands, smile, and… — 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
Separated lovers cheat absence by a thousand fancies which have their own reality. They are prevented from seeing one another and they… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“The boughs, without becoming detached from the trunk grow away from it.” — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
There are no trifles in the human story, no trifling leaves on the tree. — 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
“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
