Marius was of the temperament that sinks into grief and remains there; Cosette was of the sort that plunges in and comes… — Victor Hugo Cosette Copy Share Image
“So bring me this man, trembling and shivering from head to foot; let me fall into his arms or down at his… — Victor Hugo Death Copy Share Image
“The poor priest went to his poor mountaineers with empty hands, and he returns from them with his hands full. I set… — Victor Hugo Empty hands Copy Share Image
“What pleases us in those who are rising is less pleasing in those who are falling. We do not admire the combat… — Victor Hugo Justice Copy Share Image
“Teach the ignorant as much as you can; society is culpable in not providing instruction for all and it must answer for… — Victor Hugo Darkness Copy Share Image
And, moreover, when it happens that both are sincere and good, nothing will mix and amalgamate more easily than an old priest… — Victor Hugo Country Copy Share Image
Nobody knows like a woman how to say things at the same time sweet and profound. Sweetness and depth, this is all… — Victor Hugo Depth Copy Share Image
“There exist there immense numbers of unknown beings, among whom swarm types of the strangest, from the porter of la Rapée to… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Go out in the world and work like money doesn't matter, sing as if no one is listening, love as if you… — Victor Hugo Been hurt Copy Share Image
She had had sweet dreams, which possibly arose from the fact that her little bed was very white. — Victor Hugo Bed Copy Share Image
“You have done well to come and look at a man who is on the point of death. It is well that… — Victor Hugo Death Copy Share Image
In 1815, M. Charles Francois-Bienvenu Myriel was Bishop of D-----. He was a man of seventy-five, and had occupied the bishopric of… — Victor Hugo Accounts Copy Share Image
“The sixth of January, 1482, is not, however, a day of which history has preserved the memory. There was nothing notable in… — Victor Hugo Early morning Copy Share Image
“if they had had another neighbor who was less chimerical and more attentive, any ordinary and charitable man, evidently their indigence would… — 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 Death Copy Share Image
What is the cat?" he exclaimed. "It is a corrective. God, having made the mouse, said, 'I've made a blunder.' And he… — Victor Hugo Blunders Copy Share Image
Solitude either develops the mental power, or renders men dull and vicious. — Victor Hugo Dull Copy Share Image
“The infinite exists. It is there. If the infinite had no me, the me would be its limit; it would not be… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“Those who are ignorant should be taught all you can teach them; society is to blame for not providing free public education;… — Victor Hugo Education Copy Share Image
Work is the law of life, and to reject it as boredom is to submit to it as torment. — Victor Hugo Boredom Copy Share Image
“Ne može se spriječiti misao da se vrati samoj sebi, kao što se ne može spriječiti more da se vrati obali. Za… — Victor Hugo Bog Copy Share Image
Table talk and Lovers' talk equally elude the grasp; Lovers' talk is clouds, table talk is smoke. — Victor Hugo Clouds Copy Share Image
“there is a point, moreover, at which the unfortunate and the infamous are associated and confounded in a single word, Les Miserables;… — Victor Hugo Les mis Copy Share Image
A man trying to escape never thinks himself sufficiently concealed. — Victor Hugo Concealed Copy Share Image
“God decreed that the love which came to Cosette was a love that saves.” — Victor Hugo Love Copy Share Image
“You have to be used to the twists of fate and being caught up in them to dare lift your eyes when… — Victor Hugo Jean valjean Copy Share Image
“Love is a fault; so be it. Fantine was innocence floating high over fault.” — Victor Hugo Love Copy Share Image
To be wicked does not insure prosperity - for the inn did not succeed well. — Victor Hugo Doe Copy Share Image
At a certain depth of distress, the poor, in their stupor, groan no longer over evil, and are no longer thankful for… — Victor Hugo Certain Copy Share Image
