One cannot be a good historian of the outward, visible world without giving some thought to the hidden, private life of ordinary… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
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
Do you know what friendship is?' he asked. 'Yes,' replied the gypsy; 'it is to be brother and sister; two souls which… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
One is not idle because one is absorbed. There is both visible and invisible labor. To contemplate is to toil, to think… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
In joined hands there is still some token of hope, in the clinched fist none. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Each of our passions, even love, has a stomach that must not be overloaded. We must in everything write the word 'finis'… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
One cannot be a good historian of the outward, visible world without giving some thought to the hidden, private life of ordinary… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Though one believes in nothing, there are moments in life when one accepts the religion of the temple nearest at hand. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
We are given up to those gods, those monsters, those giants, — our thoughts. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
In joined hands there is still some token of hope, in the clenched fist none. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Not ill? No truly, I am young, healthful, and strong; the blood flows freely in my veins; my limbs obey my will;… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
By putting forward the hands of the clock you shall not advance the hour. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Do you know what friendship is... it is to be brother and sister; two souls which touch without mingling, two fingers on… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Diamonds are found only in the dark bowels of the earth; truths are found only in the depths of thought. It seemed… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Love would never be a promise of a rose garden unless it is showered with light of faith, water of sincerity and… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
To meditate is to labour; to think is to act. Folded arms work, closed hands perform, a gaze fixed on heaven is… — 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
These Greek capitals, black with age, and quite deeply graven in the stone, with I know not what signs peculiar to Gothic… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
We are in the hands of those gods, those monsters, those giants: our thoughts. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
God in his harmony has equal ends For cedar that resists and reed that bends; For good it is a woman sometimes… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
I am in the night. There is a being who has gone away and carried the heavens with her. Oh! to be… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Nothing can be sadder or more profound than to see a thousand things for the first and last time. To journey is… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
There comes an hour when protest no longer suffices; after philosophy there must be action; the strong hand finishes what the idea… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
The book which the reader now holds in his hands, from one end to the other, as a whole and in its… — 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
