History has its truth, and so has legend. Legendary truth is of another nature than historical truth. Legendary truth is invention whose… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
What I feel for you seems less of earth and more of a cloudless heaven. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“For those who love solitude, a walk in the early morning is equivalent to a stroll by night, with the cheerfulness of… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“So long as there shall exist, by reason of law and custom, a social condemnation which, in the midst of civilization, artificially… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“Nature sometimes joins her effects and her appearances to our acts with a sort of serious and intelligent appropriateness; as if she… — 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
