She might have melted a heart of stone, but nothing can melt a heart of wood. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Try as you will, you cannot annihilate that eternal relic of the human heart, love. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
I like the laughter that opens the lips and the heart, shows at the same time the pearls and the soul. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
She worked in order to live, and presently fell in love, also in order to live, for the heart, too, has its… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Of all the things that God has made, the human heart is the one which sheds the most light, alas! and the… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Love resembles a tree: it bends under its own weight, deeply rooted in our being and sometimes turns green in the ruins… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Profound hearts, wise minds, take life as God makes it; it is a long trial, and unintelligible preparation for the unknown destiny. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Son, brother, father, lover, friend. There is room in the heart for all the affections, as there is room in heaven for… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
There is no vacuum in the human heart. Certain demolitions take place, and it is well that they do, but on condition… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Winter is on my head, but eternal spring is in my heart; I breathe at this hour the fragrance of the lilacs,… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
The heart becomes heroic through passion. It is no longer composed of anything but what is pure; it no longer rests upon… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
What dangers you run, O noble souls! Often, you give your heart, but we take only your body. Your heart is left… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
The sunshine was delightful, the foliage gently astir, more from the activity of birds than from the breeze. One gallant little bird,… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Wide horizons lead the soul to broad ideas; circumscribed horizons engender narrow ideas; this sometimes condemns great hearts to become small minded.Broad… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
The memory of an absent person shines in the deepest recesses of the heart, shining the more brightly the more wholly its… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Love is like a tree: it grows by itself, roots itself deeply in our being and continues to flourish over a heart… — 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
His universal compassion was due less to natural instinct, than to a profound conviction, a sum of thoughts that in the course… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
The reduction of the universe to the compass of a single being, and the extension of a single being until it reaches… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Can human nature ever be wholly and radically transformed? Can the man whom God made good be made wicked by man? Can… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Love has no middle term; either it destroys, or it saves. All human destiny is this dilemma. This dilemma, destruction or salvation,… — 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
Who can be sure that Jean Valjean had not been on the verge of losing heart and giving up the struggle? In… — 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
Slowly he took out the clothes in which, ten years beforem Cosette had left Montfermeil; first the little dress, then the black… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Look not at the face, young girl, look at the heart. The heart of a handsome young man is often deformed. There… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“People are unlearning certain things, and they do well, provided that, while unlearning them they learn this: There is no vacuum in… — 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… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Justice has its anger, my lord Bishop, and the wrath of justice is an element of progress. Whatever else may be said… — 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
