A little girl without a doll is almost as unhappy, and quite as impossible, as a woman without children." from chapter VIII… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“A little girl without a doll is almost as unhappy, and quite as impossible, as a woman without children.” — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“A doll is among the most pressing needs as well as the most charming instincts of feminine childhood. To care for it,… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“There are instincts which respond to all the chance meetings in life. The little girl was not afraid.” — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
A little girl without a doll is almost as unfortunate and quite as impossible as a woman without children. — 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
