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
To gaze into the depths of the sea is, in the imagination, like beholding the vast unknown, and from its most terrible… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Despots play their part in the works of thinkers. Fettered words are terrible words. The writer doubles and trebles the power of… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
There is something more terrible than a hell of suffering--a hell of boredom. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
It is a terrible thing to be happy! How pleased we are with it! How all-sufficient we think it! How, being in… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Despots play their part in the works of thinkers. Fettered words are terrible words. The writer doubles and trebles the power of… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Great grief is a divine and terrible radiance which transfigures the wretched. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
The most terrible of motives and the most unanswerable of responses: Because. — 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
“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
