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
There is one spectacle grander than the sea, that is the sky; there is one spectacle grander than the sky, that is… — 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
Marius and Cosette were in the dark in regard to each other. They did not speak, they did not bow, they were… — 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
In winter there is no heat, no light, no noon, evening touches morning, there is fog, and mist, the window is frosted,… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Paris is a sum total. Paris is the ceiling of the human race. All this prodigious city is an epitome of dead… — 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
Never had the sky been more studded with stars and more charming, the trees more trembling, the odor of the grass more… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Woman, nude, is the blue sky. Clouds and garments are an obstacle to contemplation. Beauty and infinity would be gazed upon unveiled. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Should we continue to look upwards? Is the light we can see in the sky one of those which will presently be… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
O darkness, the sky is a gloomy precinct Whose door you close, and whose key the soul owns; And night divides itself… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
All that was neither a city, nor a church, nor a river, nor color, nor light, nor shadow: it was reverie. For… — 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
