The first symptom of love in a young man is timidity; in a girl boldness. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
If you look in the eyes of the young, you see flame. If you look in the eyes of the old, you… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
And then, strange to say, the first symptom of true love in a young man is timidity; in a girl, it is… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Whenever a man's friends begin to compliment him about looking young, he may be sure that they think he is growing old. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
When grace combines with wrinkles, it is admirable. There is an indescribable light of dawn about intensely happy old age. . .… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
I met in the street a very poor young man who was in love. His hat was old, his coat worn, his… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
The first symptom of true love in a man is timidity, in a young woman, boldness. This is surprising, and yet nothing… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Look not at the face, young girl, look at the heart. The heart of a handsome young man is often deformed. There… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Not ill? No truly, I am young, healthful, and strong; the blood flows freely in my veins; my limbs obey my will;… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
I exist," murmurs someone whose name is Everyone. "I'm young and in love; I am old and I want rest; I work,… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
The jostling of young minds against each other has this wonderful attribute that one can never foresee the spark, nor predict the… — 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
“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
