“The first symptom of love in a young man is timidity; in a girl it is boldness. The two sexes have a… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“Parted lovers beguile absence by a thousand chimerical devices, which possess, however, a reality of their own. They are prevented from seeing… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“The soul falls into contemplation before this sanctuary, where the celebration of love is held.” — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“The power of a glance has been so much abused in love stories, that it has come to be disbelieved in. Few… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“Cosette, in her seclusion, like Marius in his, was all ready to take fire. Destiny, with its mysterious and fatal patience, was… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
When love has fused and mingled two beings in a sacred and angelic unity, the secret of life has been discovered so… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“We have here very high towers; a man who should fall from one would be dead before he touched the pavement; when… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
And then, strange to say, the first symptom of true love in a young man is timidity; in a girl, it is… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“However, this sceptic had one fanaticism. This fanaticism was neither a dogma, nor an idea, nor an art, nor a science; it… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“Dost thou understand? I love thee!" he cried again. "What love!" said the unhappy girl with a shudder. He resumed,--"The love of… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Have but luck, and you will have the rest; be fortunate, and you will be thought great. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Love would never be a promise of a rose garden unless it is showered with light of faith, water of sincerity and… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“What a grand thing it is to be loved! What a far grander thing it is to love! The heart becomes heroic,… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
In love, such a word, whispered, is a mysterious kiss of the soul to the soul. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
To love or have loved, that is enough. Ask nothing further. There is no other pearl to be found in the dark… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“In love there are no friends everywhere where there is a pretty woman hostility is open.” — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“he never was known to have a sweetheart; he had not time to be in love.” — 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
We may remark in passing that to be blind and beloved may, in this world where nothing is perfect, be among the… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“Let us remark by the way, that to be blind and to be loved, is, in fact, one of the most strangely… — 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
