A house is built of logs and stone, of tiles and posts and piers; a home is built of loving deeds that… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Do not economize on the hymeneal rites; do not prune them of their splendor, nor split farthings on the day when you… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
The death agony of the barricade was about to begin.For, since the preceding evening, the two rows of houses in the Rue… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
I exist," murmurs someone whose name is Everyone. "I'm young and in love; I am old and I want rest; I work,… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
...We pray together, we are afraid together, and then we go to sleep. Even if Satan came into the house, no one… — 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
