Quote by Victor Hugo Download Open image ““CHAPTER XI—WHAT HE DOES”” — Victor Hugo ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.4 out of 5 (10 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“I’m going to write the last chapter in his precious history. Right now.” — Pittacus Lore 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
“He pinched the remaining chapters’ pages delicately between his fingers and sighed. He always hated reaching the end of a good book.” — David S.E. Zapanta Copy Share Image
“The subject of the chapter is not what we might expect from the title.” — James Clavell Copy Share Image
“That, after all, was his job. The title of emperor carried with it only a single duty. To make everything better.” — Brandon Sanderson 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
