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
In this way, his unhappy soul struggled with its anguish. Eighteen hundred years before this unfortunate man, the mysterious Being, in whom… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
The eye of a man should be still more reverent before the rising of a young maiden than before the rising of… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
When, like an Emir of tyrannic power, Sirius appears, and on the horizon black Bids countless stars pursue their mighty track. — 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
A garden to walk in and immensity to dream in--what more could he ask? A few flowers at his feet and above… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Son, brother, father, lover, friend. There is room in the heart for all the affections, as there is room in heaven for… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
There are people who observe the rules of honor as one observes the stars, from a great distance. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
I met in the street a very poor young man who was in love. His hat was old, his coat worn, his… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
To crush out fanaticism and revere the infinite, such is the law. Let us not confine ourselves to falling prostrate beneath the… — 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
The reduction of the universe to the compass of a single being, and the extension of a single being until it reaches… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
A bit of mould is a pleiad of flowers; a nebula is an ant-hill of stars. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
In the vast cosmical changes, the universal life comes and goes in unknown quantities, ... sowing an animalcule here, crumbling a star… — 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
“He was there alone with himself, collected, tranquil, adoring, comparing the serenity of his heart with the serenity of the skies, moved… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
They adored each other; but still the permanent and the immutable subsist. We may love and laugh, pout, clasp hands, smile, and… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
He sought...to transform the grief which looks down into the grave by showing it the grief which looks up to the stars. — 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
When two mouths, made sacred by love, draw near to each other to create, it is impossible, that above that ineffable kiss… — 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
Success is an ugly thing. Men are deceived by its false resemblances to merit.... They confound the brilliance of the firmament with… — 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
