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
“Cosette, do you hear? he has come to that! he asks my forgiveness! And do you know what he has done for… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“I have repented of the evil that I have done and have forgiven the evil that has been done to me, and… — 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
“Whom man kill, God restores to life; whom the brothers pursue the Father redeems. Pray and believe and go onward into life.… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“People who are overwhelmed with troubles never do look back. They know only too well that misfortune follows in their footsteps.” — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“At the end of life death is a departure; but at life's beginning a departure is death.” — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“To fall into it again in appearance was to leave it behind in reality! He had to do it! He would have… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“He was Antinous, wild. You would have said, seeing the thoughtful reflection of his eye, that he had already, in some preceding… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“Deep hearts, sage minds, take life as God has made it; it is a long trial, an incomprehensible preparation for an unknown… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“To love or to have loved, that is enough. Ask nothing further. There is no other pearl to be found in the… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
The supreme happiness in life is the conviction that we are loved - loved for ourselves, or rather,loved in spite of ourselves. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“And must I now begin to doubt - who never doubted all these years? My heart is stone, and still it trembles.… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“Large sums passed through his hands. Nevertheless, nothing changed his way of life or added the slightest luxury to his simple life.… — 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
“That's life" said the philosopher each time he was almost laid prostrate, "It's often our best friends who make us fall” — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
I'd like a drink. I desire to forget life. Life is a hideous invention by somebody I don't know. It doesn't last,… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“Particularly at those moments when we have the sorest need of grasping the sharp realities of life do the threads of thought… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
...It all seemed to him to have disappeared as if behind a curtain at a theater. There are such curtains that drop… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
One sometimes says: 'He killed himself because he was bored with life.' One ought rather to say: 'He killed himself because he… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
...The girls chirped and chatted like uncaged warblers. They were delirious with joy... Intoxications of life’s morning! Enchanted years! The wing of… — 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
