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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 40ffed0 | Now, one cannot read nonsense with impunity. | Victor Hugo | ||
| 8ff83b9 | Besides, to be fair to him, his viciousness was perhaps not innate. From his earliest steps among men he had felt, then seen himself the object of jeers, condemnation, rejection. Human speech for him always meant mockery and curses. As he grew older he had found nothing but hatred around him. He had caught it. He had acquired the general viciousness. He had picked up the weapon with which he had been wounded. | Victor Hugo | ||
| b194734 | A doll is among the most pressing needs as well as the most charming instincts of feminine childhood. To care for it, adorn it, dress and undress it, give it lessons, scold it a little, put it to bed and sing it to sleep, pretend that the object is a living person - all the future of the woman resides in this. Dreaming and murmuring, tending, cossetting, sewing small garments, the child grows into girlhood, from girlhood into womanhood, fro.. | Victor Hugo | ||
| 7ebcfb4 | nhm yqwlwn n ljnwn yTyl l`mr | Victor Hugo | ||
| 0330436 | n lqlb lbshry l ystTy` 'n yHtwy l `ly kmy@ mHdwd@ mn ly's wmn thm ffy ws` lbHr 'n ymr fwq lsfnj@ dwn 'n yDyf ly my'h dm`@ wHd@ b`d 'n tbtl wtmtly' bh | Victor Hugo | ||
| cc1e0f8 | Sometimes he dug in his garden; again, he read or wrote. He had but one word for both these kinds of toil; he called them gardening. "The mind is a garden," said he." | Victor Hugo | ||
| 2d87cdb | D'une complexion farouche et bavarde, ayant le desir de ne voir personne et le besoin de parler a quelqu'un, il se tirait d'affaire en se parlant a lui-meme. Quiconque a vecu solitaire sait a quel point le monologue est dans la nature. La parole interieure demange. Haranguer l'espace est un exutoire. Parler tout haut et tout seul, cela fait l'effet d'un dialogue avec le dieu qu'on a en soit. | solitude | Victor Hugo | |
| bd993f2 | Gavroche had fallen only to rise again; he remained in a sitting posture, a long thread of blood streaked his face, he raised both arms in the air, glanced in the direction whence the shot had come, and began to sing: "Je suis tombe par terre, "I have fallen to the earth, C'est la faute a Voltaire; 'Tis the fault of Voltaire; Le nez dans le ruisseau, With my nose in the gutter, C'est la faute a . . . " 'Tis the fault of . . . " He did n.. | Victor Hugo | ||
| f1a43ad | The barber in his shop, warmed by a good stove, was shaving a customer and casting from time to time a look towards this enemy, this frozen and brazen gamin, who had both hands in his pockets, but his wits evidently out of their sheath. | Victor Hugo | ||
| 0bad3be | Not ill? No truly, I am young, healthful, and strong; the blood flows freely in my veins; my limbs obey my will; I am robust in mind and body, constituted for a long life. Yes, all this is true; and yet, nevertheless, I have an illness, a fatal illness,--an illness given by the hand of man! | Victor Hugo | ||
| 3c60c90 | There, at a depth to which divers would find it difficult to descend, are caverns, haunts, and dusky mazes, where monstrous creatures multiply and destroy each other. Huge crabs devour fish and are devoured in their turn. Hideous shapes of living things, not created to be seen by human eyes wander in this twilight. Vague forms of antennae, tentacles, fins, open jaws, scales, and claws, float about there, quivering, growing larger, or decomp.. | underwater victor-hugo | Victor Hugo | |
| f7924e8 | Something more terrible than a hell where one suffers may be imagined, and that is a hell where one is bored. | boredom hell | Victor Hugo | |
| c6cca23 | The onward march of the human race requires that the heights around it should be ablaze with noble and enduring lessons of courage. Deeds of daring dazzle history, and form one of the guiding lights of man. The dawn dares when it rises. To strive, to brave all risks, to persist, to persevere, to be faithful to yourself, to grapple hand to hand with destiny, to surprise defeat by the little terror it inspires, at one time to confront unright.. | Victor Hugo | ||
| 9d59ea7 | There is lucidity inspired by the nearness of the grave:to be close to death is to see clearly | Victor Hugo | ||
| 3e49275 | The scaffold is the accomplice of the executioner; it devours, it eats flesh, it drinks blood; the scaffold is a sort of monster fabricated by the judge and the carpenter, a spectre which seems to live with a horrible vitality composed of all the death which it has inflicted. | les-misérables | Victor Hugo | |
| 981424d | There exists yonder in the mountains," said the Bishop, "a tiny community no bigger than that, which I have not seen for three years. They are my good friends, those gentle and honest shepherds. They own one goat out of every thirty that they tend. They make very pretty woollen cords of various colors, and they play the mountain airs on little flutes with six holes. They need to be told of the good God now and then. What would they say to a.. | courage righteousness | Victor Hugo | |
| 0024410 | While contemplating the bride, and eyeing the cake of soap, he muttered between his teeth: 'Tuesday. It was not Tuesday. Was it Tuesday? Perhaps it was Tuesday. Yes, it was Tuesday.' No one has ever discovered to what this monologue referred. Yes, perchance, this monologue had some connection with the last occasion on which he had dined, three days before, for it was now Friday. | Victor Hugo | ||
| 2afc0b7 | any one who had listened to Courfeyrac in 1828 would have thought he heard Tholomyes in 1817. Only, Courfeyrac was an honourable fellow. Beneath the apparent similarities of the exterior mind, the difference between him and Tholomyes was very great. The latent man which existed in the two was totally different in the first from what it was in the second. There was in Tholomyes a district attorney, and in Courfeyrac a paladin. | Victor Hugo | ||
| d3f0fee | Poor old Jean Valjean, of course, loved Cosette only as a father; but, as we noted earlier, into this fatherly love his lonely single status in life had introduced every other kind of love; he loved Cosette as his daughter, and he loved her as his mother, and he loved her as his sister; and, as he had never had either a lover or a wife, as nature is a creditor that does not accept nonpayment, that particular feeling, too, the most indestruc.. | Victor Hugo | ||
| ed77377 | Hatred becomes, within a given time, the hatred of society, then the hatred of the human race, then the hatred of creation. | hatred pessimism | Victor Hugo | |
| a75b910 | The terrible shock of his sentence had in some way broken that wall which separates us from the mystery of things beyond and which we call life. | wall | Victor Hugo | |
| f22923c | Citizens, the nineteenth century is grand, but the twentieth century will be happy. Then there will be nothing more like old history. Men will no longer have to fear, as now, a conquest, an invasion, a usurpation, a rivalry of nations with the armed hand, an interruption of civilisation depending on a marriage of kings, a birth in the hereditary tyrannies, a partition of the peoples by a Congress, a dismemberment by the downfall of a dynast.. | Victor Hugo | ||
| 8a92b82 | To travel is to be born and to die at every instant; perhaps, in the vaguest region of his mind, he did make comparisons between the shifting horizon and our human existence: all the things of life are perpetually fleeing before us; the dark and bright intervals are intermingled; after a dazzling moment, an eclipse; we look, we hasten, we stretch out our hands to grasp what is passing; each event is a turn in the road, and, all at once, we .. | Victor Hugo | ||
| b2ef61a | And confronting these men, wild and terrible as we agree that they were, there were men of quite another kind, smiling and adorned with ribbons and stars, silk stockinged, yellow gloved and with polished boots; men who insisted on the preservation of the past, of the Middle Ages, of divine right, of bigotry, ignorance, enslavement, the death penalty and war, and who, talking in polished undertones, glorified the sword and the executioners' .. | Victor Hugo | ||
| ee76ff6 | Nothing is small, in fact; any one who is subject to the profound and penetrating influence of nature knows this. | Victor Hugo | ||
| 01c4700 | Paris, viewed from the towers of Notre Dame in the cool dawn of a summer morning, is a delectable and a magnificent sight; and the Paris of that period must have been eminently so. | paris | Victor Hugo | |
| da29ec5 | Man has a tyrant, ignorance. I voted for the demise of that particular tyrant. That particular tyrant has engendered royalty, which is authority based on falsehood, whereas science is authority based on truth. Man should be governed by science alone." "And conscience," added the bishop. "It's the same thing. Conscience is the quota of innate science we each have inside us." | science | Victor Hugo | |
| 9b704e2 | The glance of women resembles certain combinations of wheels, which are tranquil in appearance yet formidable. You pass close to them every day, peaceably and with impunity, and without a suspicion of anything. A moment arrives when you forget that the thing is there. You go and come, dream, speak, laugh. All at once you feel yourself clutched; all is over. The wheels hold you fast, the glance has ensnared you. It has caught you, no matter .. | love-at-first-sight wheels women | Victor Hugo | |
| 8f9339b | The obstinacy of antiquated institutions in perpetuating themselves resembles the stubbornness of the rancid perfume which should claim our hair, the pretensions of the spoiled fish which should persist in being eaten, the persecution of the child's garment which should insist on clothing the man, the tenderness of corpses which should return to embrace the living. "Ingrates!" says the garment, "I protected you in inclement weather. Why wil.. | Victor Hugo | ||
| 14431af | And, moreover, when it happens that both are sincere and good, nothing will mix and amalgamate more easily than an old priest and an old soldier. In reality, they are the same kind of man. One has devoted himself to country upon earth, the other to his country in heaven; there is no other difference. | Victor Hugo | ||
| fc4fe95 | Notre-Dame de Paris is, in particular, a curious specimen of this variety. Each face, each stone of the venerable monument, is a page not only of the history of the country, but of the history of science and art as well. | Victor Hugo | ||
| 9bf51c3 | knt qdran `l~ ltfkyr fy kl m ysrny , l'ny kntu Hran | الحرية | Victor Hugo | |
| d82860e | We live in the midst of a gloomy society. Success; that is the lesson which falls drop by drop from the slope of corruption. Be it said in passing, that success is a very hideous thing. Its false resemblance to merit deceives men. For the masses, success has almost the same profile as supremacy. Success, that Menaechmus of talent, has one dupe,--history. | Victor Hugo | ||
| e556a00 | n lnsn ymknh 'n y`ysh bl 'b 'w 'm, wlknh l ymknh dhlk bdwn rHm@ llh | Leo Tolstoy | ||
| 58d9188 | Consider the death of the body in terms of God and His law. Your life, the life within you, encompasses everything within itself -- not only those whom you have lost but everything -- it includes God within itself. And if there is a God in your soul, then your soul is full, and there is no loss. And if there is a God, then there is love towards Him and towards people, towards those unfortunates who are in need of love. If you believe that e.. | Leo Tolstoy | ||
| 3f4c9aa | The very nastiest and coarsest, I can't tell you. It is not grief, not dullness, but much worse. It is as if all that was good in me had hidden itself, and only what is horrid remains. | grief | Leo Tolstoy | |
| 35583ba | Everything seemed pleasant and easy to Nikolai during the first part of his stay in Voronezh and, as generally happens when a man is in a pleasant state of mind, everything went well and easily. p 1128 | Leo Tolstoy | ||
| 6d2122f | Rostov kept thinking about that brilliant feat of his, which, to his surprise, had gained him the St. George Cross and even given him the reputation of a brave man - and there was something in it that he was unable to understand. "So they're even more afraid than we are!" he thought. "So that's all there is to so-called heroism? And did I really do it for the fatherland? And what harm had he done, with his dimple and his light blue eyes? Bu.. | war | Leo Tolstoy | |
| 1e4128c | Levin evleneli uc ay oluyordu. Mutluydu. Ama onun bekledigi mutluluk degildi bu. Adimbasi, eski hayallerinin kirildigini hissediyor; yeni beklenmedik hayal kirikliklariyla karsilasiyordu. Mutluydu, ama aile yasaminin icine girince her an, hayal ettigi seyin bu olmadigini hissediyordu. Sikca, durgun bir golde kucucuk bir kayigin duzgun, mutlu gidisini seyreden bir insanin, bu kayiga kendi bindigi anda hissedeceklerini hissediyordu. Bu kayikt.. | Leo Tolstoy | ||
| 3e78953 | Men never understand what honor is, though they're always talking about it | Leo Tolstoy | ||
| b254485 | She saw that they felt themselves alone in that crowded room. And Vronsky's face, always so firm and independent, held that look that had struck her, of bewilderment and humble submissiveness, like the expression of an intelligent dog when it has done wrong. Anna smiled, and her smile was reflected by him. She grew thoughtful, and he became serious. Some supernatural force drew Kitty's eyes to Anna's face. She was enchanting in her simple b.. | Leo Tolstoy | ||
| 0e136b0 | In spite of Stepan Arkadyevitch's efforts to be an attentive father and husband, he never could keep in his mind that he had a wife and children. | Leo Tolstoy | ||
| 616b46b | Every man, knowing to the smallest detail all the complexity of the conditions surrounding him, involuntarily assumes that the complexity of these conditions and the difficulty of comprehending them are only his personal, accidental peculiarity, and never thinks that others are surrounded by the same complexity as he is. | Leo Tolstoy | ||
| d35d913 | I understood, not with my intellect but with my whole being, that no theories of the rationality of existence or of progress could justify such an act; I realized that even if all the people in the world from the day of creation found this to be necessary according to whatever theory, I knew that it was not necessary and that it was wrong. Therefore, my judgments must be based-on what is right and necessary and not on what people say and do.. | righteousness | Leo Tolstoy |