Symmetry is tedious, and tedium is the very basis of mourning. Despair yawns. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Great grief is a divine and terrible radiance which transfigures the wretched. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“As he wished always to appear in mourning, he clothed himself with the night.” — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Symmetry is ennui, and ennui is the very essence of grief and melancholy. Despair yawns. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“Nothing chills the heart like symmetry, for symmetry is ennui and ennui is at the heart of grief.” — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Marius was of the temperament that sinks into grief and remains there; Cosette was of the sort that plunges in and comes… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Every day has its great grief or its small anxiety. ... One cloud is dispelled, another forms. There is hardly one day… — 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
“Happy, even in anguish, is he to whom God has given a soul worthy of love and grief! He who has not… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“He believed that faith gives health. He sought to counsel and calm the despairing by pointing out the Man of Resignation, and… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
He was at his own request and through his own complicity driven out of all his happinesses one after the other; and… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Death has its revelations: the great sorrows which open the heart open the mind as well; light comes to us with our… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“This barricade is made neither of paving stones, nor of timbers, nor of iron; it is made of two mounds, a mound… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“He sought not to efface sorrow by forgetfulness, but to magnify and dignify it by hope. He said:— "Have a care of… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“Every torment they had experienced was returned to them an intoxication. It seemed to them that the griefs , the sleeplessness, the… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
He sought...to transform the grief which looks down into the grave by showing it the grief which looks up to the stars. — 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
