Never had the sky been more studded with stars and more charming, the trees more trembling, the odor of the grass more… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“Each of our passions, even love, has a stomach that must not be overloaded. We must in all things write the word… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“It so happens that this is particular love was precisely the sort best suited to the state of her soul. It was… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Love is like a tree: it grows by itself, roots itself deeply in our being and continues to flourish over a heart… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“God is behind all things, but all things conceal God. Objects are black and humans are opaque. To love a person is… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“What a transfiguration it is to love! And the little shrieks, the pursuits in the grass, the waists encircled by stealth, the… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
The day that a woman who is passing before you sheds a light upon you as she goes, you are lost, you… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“Oh! would that we were lying side by side in the same grave, hand in hand, and from time to time, in… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“To love, or to have loved,—this suffices. Demand nothing more. There is no other pearl to be found in the shadowy folds… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Loving is almost a substitute for thinking. Love is a burning forgetfulness of all other things. How shall we ask passion to… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“I encountered in the street a penniless young man who was in love. His hat was old and his jacket worn, with… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“He sleeps although so much he was denied. He lived and when his dear love left him died. It happened of itself,… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“Happy, even in anguish, is he to whom God has given a soul worthy of love and grief! He who has not… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“One might almost say that affinities begin with the letters of the alphabet. In that sequence, O and P are inseparable. You… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
What Is Love? I have met in the streets a very poor young man who was in love. His hat was old,… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“After he had fully determined that the young man was at the bottom of this state of affairs, and that it all… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“God decreed that the love which came to Cosette was a love that saves.” — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“Love is a fault; so be it. Fantine was innocence floating high over fault.” — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Love each other dearly always. There is scarcely anything else in the world but that: to love one another. — 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
“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
