There is suffering in the light; in excess it burns. Flame is hostile to the wing. To burn and yet to fly,… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
When grace combines with wrinkles, it is admirable. There is an indescribable light of dawn about intensely happy old age. . .… — 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
Nothing can be more depressing than to expose, naked to the light of thought, the hideous growth of argot. Indeed it is… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Separated lovers cheat absence by a thousand fancies which have their own reality. They are prevented from seeing one another and they… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
You have enemies? Why, it is the story of every man who has done a great deed or created a new idea.… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
All that was neither a city, nor a church, nor a river, nor color, nor light, nor shadow: it was reverie. For… — 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
