A mother's arms are made of tenderness and children sleep soundly in them. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Gutenberg's invention of printing is the greatest event-the mother of revolution — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
...mothers are often fondest of the child which has caused them the greatest pain. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Mothers arms are made of tenderness, And sweet sleep blesses the child who lies therein. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Nature, like a kind and smiling mother, lends herself to our dreams and cherishes our fancies. — 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… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
The mother...swinging the children by pulling on a length of string, while at the same time she kept and eye on them… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Strong and rare natures are thus created; misery, almost always a stepmother, is sometimes a mother; privation gives birth to power of… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
The transept belfry and the two towers were to him three great cages, the birds in which, taught by him, would sing… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“This child was well muffled up in a pair of man's trousers, but he did not get them from his father, and… — 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
