She was sad with an obscure sadness of which she had not the secret herself. There was in her whole person the… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
And if it happened to be a Christmas-night when the great bell seemed to rattle in its throat as it called the… — 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
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
Superstitions, bigotries, hypocrisies, prejudices, these phantoms, phantoms though they be, cling to life; they have teeth and nails in their shadowy substance,… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
It is from books that wise people derive consolation in the troubles of life. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“The supreme happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved; loved for ourselves—say rather, loved in spite of ourselves.” — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Progress is the life-style of man. The general life of the human race is called Progress, and so is its collective march.… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
The supreme happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved; loved for ourselves, or rather in spite of ourselves. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Before him he saw two roads, both equally straight; but he did see two; and that terrified him--he who had never in… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Superstition, bigotry and prejudice, ghosts though they are, cling tenaciously to life; they are shades armed with tooth and claw. They must… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“He found that man needs affection, that life without a warming love is but a dry wheel, creaking and grating as it… — 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
