Fists Quote by Victor Hugo Download Open image “In joined hands there is still some token of hope, in the clinched fist none.” — Victor Hugo ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.6 out of 5 (4 ratings) Copy quoteShare Fists Hands Hope Inspirational Love Peace Stills
In joined hands there is still some token of hope, in the clenched fist none. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Hope is not something you can just place in your back pocket or put your fingers around – it’s the belief in a world… — Jon Foreman Copy Share Image
Life is not a fist. Life is an open hand waiting for some other hand to enter it. — Elie Wiesel Copy Share Image
Many of us come into the world with a clenched fist, but we all leave with an open hand. — Sixto Rodriguez Copy Share Image
If someone holds by mistake a piece of hope, there is always someone else to make it disappear. — Mariana Fulger 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 up, though tottering himself. He felt as if his head were filled with smoke; flashes of light slipped through his eyelids; his thoughts vanished; it seemed to him that he was performing a religious act, and… — 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 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
There are times when we can feel destiny close around us like a fist around a doorknob. Sure, we can resist. But a knob that won't turn, a door that sticks and never budges, is a nuisance to the gods. The gods may kick in the jamb. Worse, they may walk away in disgust, leaving us to hang dumbly from… — Tom Robbins Copy Share
« He squeezed his hands into fists. I picked up a grapefruit-sized rock and handed it to him. It went flying. Home run, Beast… — Ilona Andrews Copy Share Image
I wonder if it's ever really possible to know the truth about someone else, or if the best we can do is just stumble… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
Well this is just a fist. But when I start throwing it around I can leave one hell of a mess. — Jim Carrey Copy Share Image
We started this together, Leo. Seems only right you come along. You find us a ride, you're in." "Yes!" Leo pumped his fist. * * * * * Jason gazed up at the dragon and shook his head in amazement. "Leo, what have you done?" "Found a ride!" Leo beamed. "You said I could go on the quest if I… — Rick Riordan Copy Share
About 25 years ago, I was in an apartment, and next door, they put on the radio, so I struck the wall with my… — Klaus Kinski Copy Share Image
And when he did that, my hands curled into fists because I thought about touching his face like maybe I could catch joy in… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
He's earned all his money himself, with his fists. He didn't steal it like the rest of our politicians. And he'll be less tempted… — Vitali Klitschko Copy Share Image
The trainee knew he should leave, but he was unable to look away. He'd never seen anything snap out so fast or strike so hard as the male's fists. Obviously, the rumours about the instructor were all true. He was a flat-out killer. With a metal clank, a door opened at the other end of the gym, and the sound… — J.R. Ward Copy Share
His fingers leave streaks of cold on my skin, invisible to the eye, and I think about wrapping his shirt around my fist and… — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
Bullying can be physical, verbal or emotional. Words and threats are just as painful as fists, especially with social media these days. For those… — Derek Hough Copy Share Image
