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
The first symptom of love in a young man is timidity; in a girl boldness. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
The first symptom of love in a young man is shyness; the first symptom in a woman, it's boldness. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
The first symptom of love in a young man is shyness; the first symptom in a woman, its boldness. — 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
“The wretchedness of a child interests a mother, the wretchedness of a young man interests a young girl, the wretchedness of an… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“The first symptom of love in a young man is timidity; in a girl it is boldness. The two sexes have a… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
What Is Love? I have met in the streets a very poor young man who was in love. His hat was old,… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“The wretchedness of a child interests a mother, the wretchedness of a young man interests a young girl, the wretchedness of an… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“The misery of a child is interesting to a mother, the misery of a young man is interesting to a young woman,… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“I encountered in the street a penniless young man who was in love. His hat was old and his jacket worn, with… — 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
“After he had fully determined that the young man was at the bottom of this state of affairs, and that it all… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“Poor young man! he was one of the four subaltern officers of La Rochelle. How horrible is the idea of their (fancied)… — 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
“Well,” said he, “what are you thinking of?” “I am thinking,” said I, “that I shall be past thinking, this evening.” “Oh,… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“The audacity of a fine death always affects men. As soon as Enjolras folded his arms and accepted his end, the din… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“He fell to the seat, she by his side. There were no more words. The stars were beginning to shine. How was… — 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 was threadbare… — 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
“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
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
“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
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
“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
“Blacheville smiles with the self-satisfied smugness of a man whose vanity is tickled” — Victor Hugo Copy Share
“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
“When those we love are in question, our prudence invents every sort of madness.” — Victor Hugo Copy Share
