“Pretty, but badly dressed," breath of an oracle which had passed by her and vanished after depositing in her heart one of… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
During a wise man's whole life, his destiny holds his philosophy in a state of siege. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“Cosette, do you hear? he has come to that! he asks my forgiveness! And do you know what he has done for… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“To fall into it again in appearance was to leave it behind in reality! He had to do it! He would have… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“You asked me why I saved you. You have forgotten a villain who tried to carry you off one night,- a villain… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
His whole life was now summed up in two words: absolute uncertainty within an impenetrable fog. — 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 up, though tottering himself. He felt as if his head were filled with smoke; flashes of light slipped through his eyelids; his thoughts vanished; it seemed to him that he was performing a religious act, and… — Victor Hugo Copy Share
“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
