Quote by Victor Hugo Download Open image ““CHAPTER IX—NEW TROUBLES”” — Victor Hugo ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.7 out of 5 (5 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“a phenomenon that gave rise to my first critical insight into the subtle ruse of power: the prevailing law threatened one with trouble, all… — Judith Butler Copy Share Image
“Chapter one is where you reach out your hand to the reader and say, "Come, let's have an adventure together.” — Tenaya Jayne Copy Share Image
“so, what happened next will have to go down in my book of Bad Decisions, planted firmly in the chapter entitled, I have no… — Paul Feig Copy Share Image
“I was in the midst of narrating a wicked chapter where the heroine is tied up and blindfolded, when it finally happened.” — Genna Rulon 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
