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
In short, I am doing what I can, I suffer with the same universal suffering, and I try to assuage it, I… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
You have suffered greatly, poor mother. Oh! do not lament, you have now the portion of the elect. It is in this… — 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
In Shakespeare the birds sing, the bushes are clothed with green, hearts love, souls suffer, the cloud wanders, it is hot, it… — 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
“For many great deeds are accomplished in times of squalid struggle. There is a kind of stubborn, unrecognized courage which in the… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“Where would the shout of love begin, if not from the summit of sacrifice? Oh my brothers, this is the junction between… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
So your desire is to do nothing? Well, you shall not have a week, a day, an hour, free from oppression. You… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
The transept belfry and the two towers were to him three great cages, the birds in which, taught by him, would sing… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
All who suffer are full of hatred; all who live drag a remorse: the dead alone have broken their chains. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“This exists. It can be seen. It can be touched. These in pace, these dungeons, these iron hinges, these necklets, that lofty… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“When you shall have learned to know, and to love, you will still suffer. The day is born in tears. The luminous… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
There is something more terrible than a hell of suffering--a hell of boredom. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
To live a life which is a perpetual falsehood is to suffer unknown tortures. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
No matter who you are, the thought of so much suffering and degradation must cause you to shudder at the sight of… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“Something more terrible than a hell where one suffers may be imagined, and that is a hell where one is bored.” — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
These two beings, who had loved each other so exclusively, and with so touching a love, and who had lived so long… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“All I wanted was to be put to death without torment. It was perhaps a weakness, but I believe that the mind… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“It is possible to conceive of something even more terrible than a hell of suffering, and that is a hell of boredom.” — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“So struggled beneath its anguish this unhappy soul. Eighteen hundred years before this unfortunate man, the mysterious Being, in whom are aggregated… — 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
“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
“Every torment they had experienced was returned to them an intoxication. It seemed to them that the griefs , the sleeplessness, the… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
There is suffering in the light; in excess it burns. Flame is hostile to the wing. To burn and yet to fly,… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Nothing is so stifling as symmetry. Symmetry is boredom, the quintessence of mourning. Despair yawns. There is something more terrible than a… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
As we have said, robust souls are sometimes almost, but not entirely, overthrown by strokes of misfortune....Despair has steps leading upward. From… — 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
