Do you hear the people sing Lost in the valley of the night? It is the music of a people Who are… — 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
What was more needed by this old man who divided the leisure hours of his life, where he had so little leisure,… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Whatever causes night in our souls may leave stars. Cimourdain was full of virtues and truth, but they shine out of a… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
The memory of an absent person shines in the deepest recesses of the heart, shining the more brightly the more wholly its… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
In Shakespeare the birds sing, the bushes are clothed with green, hearts love, souls suffer, the cloud wanders, it is hot, it… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Large, heavy, ragged black clouds hung like crape hammocks beneath the starry cope of the night. You would have said that they… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
To gaze into the depths of the sea is, in the imagination, like beholding the vast unknown, and from its most terrible… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Here we stop. Upon the threshold of wedding nights stands an angel smiling, his finger on his lip. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Love has no middle term; either it destroys, or it saves. All human destiny is this dilemma. This dilemma, destruction or salvation,… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Teach the ignorant as much as you can; society is culpable in not providing a free education for all and it must… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
The peculiarity of sunrise is to make us laugh at all our terrors of the night, and our laugh is always proportioned… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
A library implies an act of faith which generations, still in darkness hid, sign in their night in witness of the dawn. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Nations, like stars, are entitled to eclipse. All is well, provided the light returns and the eclipse does not become endless night.… — 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
You say, "Where goest Thou?" I cannot tell, And still go on. But if the way be straight I cannot go amiss:… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Here we stop. On the threshold of wedding nights stands an angel smiling, a finger to his lips. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Oh Lord! Open the doors of night for me So that I may leave this place and disappear. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
I am in the night. There is a being who has gone away and carried the heavens with her. Oh! to 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
