“The supreme happiness of life is that we are loved; loved for ourselves - say rather, loved in spite of ourselves” — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
We may remark in passing that to be blind and beloved may, in this world where nothing is perfect, be among the… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“Let us remark by the way, that to be blind and to be loved, is, in fact, one of the most strangely… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“Thoughtful minds make little use of this expression: the happy and the unhappy. In this world, clearly a vestibule of another, no… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
It is a terrible thing to be happy! How pleased we are with it! How all-sufficient we think it! How, being in… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
God whose gifts in gracious flood Unto all who seek are sent, Only asks you to be good And is content. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“In moments like these, offering up his heart at the hour that night flowers offer up their perfume, lit up like a… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“Without knowing it, Javert in his awful happiness was deserving of pity, like every ignorant man who triumphs. Nothing could have been… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“Love is all very well; but there must be something else to go with it. The useless must be mingled with happiness.… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
To be perfectly happy it does not suffice to possess happiness, it is necessary to have deserved it. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Children at once accept joy and happiness with quick familiarity, being themselves naturally all happiness and joy. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Happiness lies for those who cry, those who hurt, those who have searched, and those who have tried for only they can… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“Are you what is called a lucky man? Well, you are sad every day. Each day has its great grief or its… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“The supreme happiness in life is the assurance of being loved; of being loved for oneself, even in spite of oneself...” — 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
“The greatest happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved for oureselves, or rather, loved in spite of ourselves.” — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
The greatest happines of life is the conviction that we are loved-loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in spite of ourselves. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
These are true felicities. No joy beyond these joys. Love is the only ecstasy, everything else weeps — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“What more could he need, this old man whose little leisure was divided between day-time gardening and night-time contemplation? Was not that… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
The supreme happiness of life is the conviction of being loved for yourself, or more correctly, being loved in spite of yourself. — 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
