“I shall die while he sleeps. The two slumbers may be good neighbors." The” — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“She is resigned, with that resignation resembling indifference as death resembles sleep.” — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
To rise at six, to dine at ten, To sup at six, to sleep at ten, Makes a man live for ten… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
A mother's arms are made of tenderness and children sleep soundly in them. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“Mother's arms are made of tenderness, and sweet sleep blesses the child who lies within.” — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Mothers arms are made of tenderness, And sweet sleep blesses the child who lies therein. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“The souls of the upright in sleep have vision of a mysterious heaven.” — 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
“When your day has been teeming with different sensations, when you have things on your mind, you can get to sleep to… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Have courage for the great sorrows of life and patience for the small ones; and when you have laboriously accomplished your daily… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Revery, which is thought in its nebulous state, borders closely upon the land of sleep, by which it is bounded as by… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
It is an unpleasant thing to go to bed without supper, it is a still less pleasant thing not to sup and… — 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
The Parisian is to the French what the Athenian was to the Greeks: no one sleeps better than he, no one is… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“Night-time, regarded as a separate sphere of creation, is a universe in itself. The material nature of man, upon which philosophers tell… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“He who despairs is wrong. Progress infallibly awakens, and, in short, we might say that it advances even in sleep, for it… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“The moral world has no greater spectacle than this: a troubled and restless conscience on the verge of committing an evil deed,… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
At least you are mine! Soon – in a few months, perhaps, my angel will sleep in my arms, will awaken in… — 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
...We pray together, we are afraid together, and then we go to sleep. Even if Satan came into the house, no one… — 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
