In love, such a word, whispered, is a mysterious kiss of the soul to the soul. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“Do what we may to shape the mysterious stuff of which our lives are composed, the dark threads of our destiny will… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
It seemed to be a necessary ritual that he should prepare himself for sleep by meditating under the solemnity of the night… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Nothing discernible to the eye of the spirit is more brilliant or obscure than man; nothing is more formidable, complex, mysterious, and… — 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
Despots play their part in the works of thinkers. Fettered words are terrible words. The writer doubles and trebles the power of… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
The mind's eye can nowhere find anything more dazzling or more dark than in man; it can fix itself upon nothing which… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
In this way, his unhappy soul struggled with its anguish. Eighteen hundred years before this unfortunate man, the mysterious Being, in whom… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Despots play their part in the works of thinkers. Fettered words are terrible words. The writer doubles and trebles the power of… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
...Though we chisel away as best we can at the mysterious block from which our life is made, the black vein of… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
...Human thought has no limit. At its risk and peril, it analyzes and dissects its own fascination. We could almost say that,… — 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 a determined though unseen bravery that defends itself foot by foot in the darkness against the fatal invasions of necessity… — 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
