Table talk and Lovers' talk equally elude the grasp; Lovers' Talk is clouds, Table Talk is smoke." Les Miserables — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
The miserable's name is Man; he is agonizing in all climes, and he is groaning in all languages. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Ah! There you are! he exclaimed, looking at Jean Valjean. I'm so glad to see you. Well, but how is this? I… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
The poor man shuddered, overflowed with an angelic joy; he declared in his transport that this would last through life; he said… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“And must I now begin to doubt - who never doubted all these years? My heart is stone, and still it trembles.… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“The barber ran to the broken window, and saw Gavroche, who was running with all his might towards the Saint Jean market.… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“Miserable beings, who, during their ragged infancy, ran barefoot in the mud of the crossings; shivering in winter near the quays, or… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Table talk and Lovers' talk equally elude the grasp; Lovers' talk is clouds, table talk is smoke. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
The beginning as well as the end of all his thoughts was hatred of human law, that hatred which, if it be… — 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
