“composed of all the innocence of the present, and of all the passion of the future.” — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“What a grand thing it is to be loved! What a far grander thing it is to love! The heart becomes heroic,… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Loving is almost a substitute for thinking. Love is a burning forgetfulness of all other things. How shall we ask passion to… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“What a great thing, to be loved! What a greater thing still, to love! The heart becomes heroic though passion…if no one… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
The heart becomes heroic through passion. It is no longer composed of anything but what is pure; it no longer rests upon… — 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… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
She loved with so much passion as she loved with ignorance. She did not know whether it were good or evil, beneficent… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Love, in the eyes of the world, is either a carnal appetite or a vague fancy, which possession extinguishes or absence destroys.… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“Each of our passions, even love, has a stomach that must not be overloaded. We must in all things write the word… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“Love is like a tree: it shoots of itself; it strikes it's roots deeply into our whole being, and frequently continues to… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Each of our passions, even love, has a stomach that must not be overloaded. We must in everything write the word 'finis'… — 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
Love would never be a promise of a rose garden unless it is showered with light of faith, water of sincerity 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
