She might have melted a heart of stone, but nothing can melt a heart of wood. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
If you are stone, be magnetic; if a plant, be sensitive; but if you are human be love. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
The most excellent symbol of the people is the paving stone. One walks on it until it falls on one's head. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
A house is built of logs and stone, of tiles and posts and piers; a home is built of loving deeds that… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
To a gargoyle on the ramparts of Notre Dame as Esmeralda rides off with Gringoire Quasimodo says. "Why was I not made… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Human intelligence discovered a way of perpetuating itself, one not only more durable and more resistant than architecture, but also simpler 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
These Greek capitals, black with age, and quite deeply graven in the stone, with I know not what signs peculiar to Gothic… — 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
