In joined hands there is still some token of hope, in the clinched fist none. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
In joined hands there is still some token of hope, in the clenched fist none. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
You who suffer because you love, love still more. To die of love, is to live by it. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
My misfortune is that I still resemble a man too much. I should liked to be wholly a beast like that goat.… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
A library implies an act of faith which generations, still in darkness hid, sign in their night in witness of the dawn. — 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 destroy abuses is not enough; Habits must also be changed. The windmill has gone, but the wind is still there." ~old… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Men are still men. The despot's wickedness Comes of ill teaching, and of power's excess,-- Comes of the purple he from childhood… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
You say, "Where goest Thou?" I cannot tell, And still go on. But if the way be straight I cannot go amiss:… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
M. Mabeuf’s political opinion was a passionate fondness for plants, and a still greater one for books. He had, like everybody else,… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
The spirit of God, like the sun, always gives all its light at once. The spirit of man resembles the pale moon,… — 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
Justice has its anger, my lord Bishop, and the wrath of justice is an element of progress. Whatever else may be said… — 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
Slowly he took out the clothes in which, ten years beforem Cosette had left Montfermeil; first the little dress, then the black… — 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
