There is no distress so complete but that even in the most critical moments the inexplicable sunrise of hope is seen in… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Though one believes in nothing, there are moments in life when one accepts the religion of the temple nearest at hand. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
The beautiful is as useful as the useful." He added after a moment’s silence, "Perhaps more so. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Heaven, on occasion, half opens its arms to us; and that is the great moment. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
You would have imagined her at one moment a maniac, at another a queen. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Certain thoughts are prayers. There are moments when, whatever be the attitude of the body, the soul is on its knees. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
The soul helps the body, and at certain moments raises it. It is the only bird that sustains its cage. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Nothing is more true, more real, than the primeval magnetic disturbances that two souls may communicate to one another, through the tiny… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
At the moment when her eyes closed, when all feeling vanished in her, she thought that she felt a touch of fire… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
The women laughed and wept; the crowd stamped their feet enthusiastically, for at that moment Quasimodo was really beautiful. He was handsome… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
There are moments when a rope's end, a pole, the branch of the tree, is life itself, and it is a frightful… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
At least you are mine! Soon – in a few months, perhaps, my angel will sleep in my arms, will awaken in… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Whether we be Italians or Frenchmen, misery concerns us all. Ever since history has been written, ever since philosophy has meditated, misery… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
All that was neither a city, nor a church, nor a river, nor color, nor light, nor shadow: it was reverie. For… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
I exist," murmurs someone whose name is Everyone. "I'm young and in love; I am old and I want rest; I work,… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
The jostling of young minds against each other has this wonderful attribute that one can never foresee the spark, nor predict the… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Promise to give me a kiss on my brow when I am dead. --I shall feel it." She dropped her head again… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
At that moment of love, a moment when passion is absolutely silent under omnipotence of ecstasy, Marius, pure seraphic Marius, would have… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Slowly he took out the clothes in which, ten years beforem Cosette had left Montfermeil; first the little dress, then the black scarf, then the great heavy child's shoes Cosette could still almost have worn, so small was her foot, then the vest of very thich fustian, then the knitted petticoat, the the apron with pockets, then the wool stockings…… — Victor Hugo Copy Share
“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 up, though tottering himself. He felt as if his head were filled with smoke; flashes of light slipped through his eyelids; his thoughts vanished; it seemed to him that he was performing a religious act, and… — Victor Hugo Copy Share
“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
