Quote by Victor Hugo Download Open image ““CHAPTER I—THE YEAR 1817”” — Victor Hugo ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.2 out of 5 (10 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“This is what floats up confusedly, pell-mell, for the year 1817, and is now forgotten. History neglects nearly all these particulars, and cannot do… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“This is what floats up confusedly, pell-mell, for the year 1817, and is now forgotten. History neglects nearly all these particulars, and cannot do… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“It is the lineaments of the years which form the countenance of the century.” — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“On sober reflection, I find few reasons for publishing my Italian version of the obscure, neo-Gothic French version of a seventeenth-century Latin edition of… — Umberto Eco Copy Share Image
“Uncle Tom’s Cabin in serial form in newspapers, beginning in June of 1851.” — Lance T. Stewart Copy Share Image
“For many years I kept grandfather’s church calendar with his notes written inside it. The words “Saved from calamity by these benefactors” were written… — Maxim Gorky Copy Share Image
“Essay on tragedy. (1) The silence of Prometheus. (2) The Elizabethans. (3) Moliere. (4) The spirit of revolt.” — Albert Camus Copy Share Image
“When the stories were over, four or five of us walked out the home of our host. The surrounding land, in the persistent light… — Barry Lopez 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
