You can give without loving, but you can never love without giving. The great acts of love are done by those who… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
You who suffer because you love, love still more. To die of love, is to live by it. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“Love is an old invention but it is one that is always new. Make the most of it.” — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Son, brother, father, lover, friend. There is room in the heart for all the affections, as there is room in heaven for… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
To love or have loved is all-sufficing. We must not ask for more. No other pearl is to be found in the… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
I met in the street a very poor young man who was in love. His hat was old, his coat worn, his… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“Le coeur se sature d'amour comme d'un sel divin qui le conserve; de la l'incorruptible adherence de ceux qui se sont aimes… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Ask not the name of him who asks you for a bed. It is especially he whose name is a burden to… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“Where would the shout of love begin, if not from the summit of sacrifice? Oh my brothers, this is the junction between… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Nothing is really small; whoever is open to the deep penetration of nature knows this. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
To pay compliments to the one we love is the first method of caressing, a demi-audacity venturing. A compliment is something like… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
The first symptom of love in a young man is timidity; in a girl boldness. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Love is a portion of the soul itself, and it is of the same nature as the celestial breathing of the atmosphere… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Each of our passions, even love, has a stomach that must not be overloaded. We must in everything write the word 'finis'… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“Love each other well and always. There is nothing else but that in the world: love for each other.” — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
The first symptom of love in a young man is shyness; the first symptom in a woman, its boldness. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“Table talk and amorous talk are equally impossible to grasp; amorous talk is all pretty bubbles, table talk, hot air.” — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“The supreme happiness of life consists in the conviction that one is loved; loved for one's own sake-let us say rather in… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
The reduction of the universe to the compass of a single being, and the extension of a single being until it reaches… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“Let us say in passing, to be blind and to be loved, is in fact--on this earth where nothing is complete--one 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
