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
Such is the remorseless progression of human society, shedding lives and souls as it goes on its way. It is an ocean… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“In moments like these, offering up his heart at the hour that night flowers offer up their perfume, lit up like a… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
I am a soul. I know well that what I shall render up to the grave is not myself. That which is… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
If the soul is left in darkness, sins will be committed. The guilty one is not he who commits the sin, but… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Verse in itself does not constitute poetry. Verse is only an elegant vestment for a beautiful form. Poetry can express itself in… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
The soul has illusions as the bird has wings: it is supported by them. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“Happy, even in anguish, is he to whom God has given a soul worthy of love and grief! He who has not… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Forget not, never forget that you have promised me to use this silver to become an honest man.... Jean Valjean, my brother:… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Woe, alas, to those who have loved only bodies, forms, appearances! Death will rob them of everything. Try to love souls, you… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
What Is Love? I have met in the streets a very poor young man who was in love. His hat was old,… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
The pupil dilates in darkness and in the end finds light, just as the soul dilates in misfortune and in the end… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
There is will in the thought, there is none in the dream. The dream, which is completely spontaneous, takes and keeps, even… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“The poor young man must work for his bread; he eats; when he has eaten, he has nothing left but reverie. He… — 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
The most beautiful of altars, he said, is the soul of an unhappy creature consoled and thankfing God. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
When two souls have finally found each other, there is established between them a union which begins on earth and continues forever… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Humanity is our common lot. All men are made of the same clay. There is no difference, at least here on Earth,… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
The human soul has still greater need of the ideal than of the real. It is by the real that we exist;… — 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
