Quote by Victor Hugo Download Open image ““That's nice! You have called me Eponine!”” — Victor Hugo ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.4 out of 5 (5 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“Purple, Wonder, majesty, and enchantment doesn't even begin to cover the feelings that I had the first time that I met you that only… — Ottilie Weber Copy Share Image
“I walk down the hallway and go into my room and call it a day and it calls me something else.” — Sam Pink Copy Share Image
“I had a conversation with somebody. It was an epiphany.” His voice was rueful. He rocked her. “From that point on I swore I… — Thea Harrison Copy Share Image
“This is the best thing I've ever eaten." He pauses for a drink, staring at me over the rim of his glass of juice.… — Sophie Jordan Copy Share Image
“You know, typically a nickname is shorter than the given name.” “Is it?” he asked in mock seriousness. “Oh. Well, tell you what, you… — Jennifer Shirk Copy Share Image
“And how do men call you?” “I have many names, but one nature. You may call me Mazda, or anything you please.” — John Brunner Copy Share Image
“I swear his pheromones have my freaking name written on them. They hone in and attack.” — Carrie Jones 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
