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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 2239039 | One can no more keep the mind from returning to an idea than the sea from returning to the shore. | Victor Hugo | ||
| 9f59713 | Love one another dearly, always. Nothing else in the world really matters but that: to love one another. | Victor Hugo | ||
| 9657003 | Although this detail has no connection whatever with the real substance of what we are about to relate, it will not be superfluous, if merely for the sake of exactness in all points, to mention here the various rumors and remarks which had been in circulation about him from the very moment when he arrived in the diocese. True or false, that which is said of men often occupies as important a place in their lives, and above all in their desti.. | Victor Hugo | ||
| 5788932 | They are les miserables - the outcasts, the underdogs. And who is to blame? Is it not the most fallen who have most need of charity? | truth | Victor Hugo | |
| 49d77d2 | God can add nothing to the happiness of those who love, except to give them endless duration. After a life of love, an eternity of love is, in fact, an augmentation; but to increase in intensity even the ineffable felicity which love bestows on the soul even in this world, is impossible, even to God. God is the plenitude of heaven; love is the plenitude of man. | Victor Hugo | ||
| f020f58 | With love there is no middle course: it destroys, or else it saves. All human destiny is contained in that dilemma, the choice between destruction and salvation, which is nowhere more implacably posed than in love. Love is life, or it is death. It is the cradle, but also the coffin. One and the same impulse moves the human heart to say yes or no. Of all things God has created it is the human heart that sheds the brightest light, and, alas, .. | Victor Hugo | ||
| a7ee666 | Misery, we repeat, had been good for him. Poverty in youth, when it succeeds, has this magnificent property about it, that it turns the whole will towards effort, and the whole soul towards aspiration. | Victor Hugo | ||
| 69d3b54 | Marius set out at his accustomed hour for the Luxembourg. He met Courfeyrac on the way and pretended not to see him. Courfeyrac said later to his friends: 'I've just seen Marius's new hat and suit with Marius inside them. I suppose he was going to sit for an examination. He looked thoroughly silly. | les-amis-d-abc marius | Victor Hugo | |
| 2962aab | The French Revolution, which is nothing else than the idea armed with the sword, rose erect, and, with the same abrupt movement, closed the door of ill and opened the door of good. | Victor Hugo | ||
| 3b8b776 | Intellectual and moral growth is no less indispensable than material improvement. To know is a sacrament, to think is the prime necessity, truth is nourishment as well as grain. A reason which fasts from science and wisdom grows thin. | Victor Hugo | ||
| 03a21bb | The whole of progress tends in the direction of solution. Some day we shall be amazed. As the human race mounts upward, the deep layers emerge naturally from the zone of distress. The obliteration of misery will be accomplished by a simple elevation of level. | Victor Hugo | ||
| cdd3b03 | To learn to read is to light a fire; | Victor Hugo | ||
| b17cfc8 | Do you permit it?" Enjolras" | Victor Hugo | ||
| 130836e | Some odd things were found; among other things the skeleton of an ourang-outang which disappeared from the Jardin des Plantes in 1800, a disappearance probably connected with the famous and incontestable appearance of the devil in the Rue des Bernardins in the last year of the eighteenth century. The poor devil finally drowned himself in the sewer. | Victor Hugo | ||
| 1ee1cc0 | For those who love solitude, a walk in the early morning is equivalent to a stroll by night, with the cheerfulness of nature added. | Victor Hugo | ||
| 060d1cf | occupied | Victor Hugo | ||
| 56cfe66 | In front marched Egypt. The Duke of Egypt at their head, on horseback, with his counts on foot, holding his bridle and stirrups; behind them the Egyptians, men and women, in any order, with their young children yelling on their shoulders; all of them, duke, counts, common people, in rags and tinsel. Then came the kingdom of the argot, that is to say, every thief in France, graded in order of rank, the lowest going in front. Thus there filed.. | prygges trulls | Victor Hugo | |
| 1578e8a | The counterfeits of the past take assumed names, and are fond of calling themselves the future. That eternally returning spector, the past, not infrequently falsifies its passport. | Victor Hugo | ||
| 78a1eb9 | the cold and bitter scorn of the passers-by penetrated her very flesh and soul like a north wind. | Victor Hugo | ||
| 83c8375 | Although this detail has no connection whatever with the real substance of what we are about to relate, it will not be superfluous, if merely for the sake of exactness in all points, to mention here the various rumors and remarks which had been in circulation about him from the very moment when he arrived in the diocese. True or false, that which is said of men often occupies as important a place in their lives, and above all in their desti.. | Victor Hugo | ||
| a905c8a | The next day, the day after, every day, he had to begin again. M. Mabeuf went out with a book and came back with a little money. As the secondhand bookstall keepers saw that he was forced to sell, they bought from him for twenty sous what he had paid twenty francs for. Sometimes to the same booksellers. Volume by volume, the whole library disappeared. At times he would say, "But I am eighty years old," as if he had some lingering hope of re.. | Victor Hugo | ||
| c856976 | Let us never fear robbers nor murderers. Those are dangers from without, petty dangers. Let us fear ourselves. Prejudices are the real robbers; vices are the real murderers. The great dangers lie within ourselves. What matters is what threatens our head or our purse! Let us think only of that which threatens our soul. | Victor Hugo | ||
| 07cfce7 | Ordinarily it ends in that ocean: revolution. Sometimes, however, coming from those lofty mountains which dominate the moral horizon, justice, wisdom, reason, right, formed of the pure snow of the ideal, after a long fall from rock to rock, after having reflected the sky in its transparency and increased by a hundred affluents in the majestic mien of triumph, insurrection is suddenly lost in some quagmire, as the Rhine is in a swamp. | Victor Hugo | ||
| e6732a0 | imala je hladno srce. Nije to bila njena krivnja, nije joj nedostajalao sposobnosti da voli; jao! nedostajala joj je mogucnost. | srce | Victor Hugo | |
| 0f90eed | w tnwl ydh w DGTh `ly qlbh dwn n y`lm m hw f`l. w tnwlt ydh bdwrh wwD`th `ly qlbh fhtf: tHbyny dh? f'jbt bSwt khft l ykd yrtf` `ly nfsh: Sh nt t`lm nny Hbk .. w khft wjhh fy Sdrh w thml lfty bnshw@ ls`d@ w lHb w lkbry w lm ydr w lm tdr kyf tqblt shfhhm. knt qblh `qbh Smt Twyl k'nm fqd Hs@ lnTq | victor hugo | ||
| e1310d7 | Knowing that she was beautiful, she felt convinced, though in an indistinct way, that she had a weapon. Women play with their beauty as children do with their knives. They wound themselves with it. | Victor Hugo | ||
| b921ee0 | He thought her more beautiful than ever, with a beauty that was at once feminine and angelic, that wholeness of beauty that had moved Petrarch to song and brought Dante to his knees. | love romance | Victor Hugo | |
| ccbbf96 | Humanity is similarity. All men are of the same clay. No difference, here below at least, lies in predestination. The same darkness before, the same flesh during, the same ashes after life. But ignorance, mixed with the human composition, blackens it. This incurable ignorance possesses the heart of man, and there becomes Evil. | Victor Hugo | ||
| 08c7b10 | Unable to rid myself of it, since I heard your song humming ever in my head, beheld your feet dancing always on my breviary, felt even at night, in my dreams, your form in contact with my own, I desired to see you again, to touch you, to know who you were, to see whether I should really find you like the ideal image which I had retained of you, to shatter my dream, perchance, with reality. At all events, I hoped that a new impression would .. | Victor Hugo | ||
| dd4efd8 | In proportion as architecture degenerated, printing throve and flourished. The capital of forces which human thought had expended in building, it henceforth expended in books. | Victor Hugo | ||
| ca987b2 | A book is so soon made, costs so little, and may go so far! Why should we surprised that all human thought flows that way? | Victor Hugo | ||
| 17f920c | Love is the folly of men and the wit of God. | Victor Hugo | ||
| 8fa947b | Treba se cuvati sanjarije koja se namece. Sanjarija nosi u sebi tajanstvenost i opojnost mirisa.Ona je katkada kao otrovna ideja koja se siri i prodire kao dim. Covek moze da otruje snovima isto onako kao i sa cvecem. Opojno divno i kobno samoubistvo. Rdjave misli su samoubistvo duse.U tome se i sastoji trovanje. Masta privlaci, pridobija lepim,mami,veze,a potom postajete njen saucesnik. Ona vas uortaci da zajednicki obmanjujete svest. Opci.. | Victor Hugo | ||
| b23c278 | Although this detail has no connection whatever with the real substance of what we are about to relate, it will not be superfluous, if merely for the sake of exactness in all points | Victor Hugo | ||
| 6eecba9 | Nothing proceeds more directly and more sincerely from the very depth of our soul, than our unpremeditated and boundless aspirations towards the splendors of destiny. | Victor Hugo | ||
| 175e293 | At another time, on receiving a notification of the decease of a gentleman of the country-side, wherein not only the dignities of the dead man, but also the feudal and noble qualifications of all his relatives, spread over an entire page: "What a stout back Death has!" he exclaimed. "What a strange burden of titles is cheerfully imposed on him, and how much wit must men have, in order thus to press the tomb into the service of vanity!" .. | Victor Hugo | ||
| d626294 | The history of men is reflected in the history of sewers. | Victor Hugo | ||
| 4dd92c1 | From the point of view of history, of reason, and of truth, monasticism is condemned. Monasteries, when they abound in a nation, are clogs in its circulation, cumbrous establishments, centres of idleness where centres of labor should exist. Monastic communities are to the great social community what the mistletoe is to the oak, what the wart is to the human body. Their prosperity and their fatness mean the impoverishment of the country. The.. | Victor Hugo | ||
| 4692a1d | Todos sin excepcion tenemos nuestros seres respirables. Si nos faltan, nos falta el aire y nos ahogamos. | Victor Hugo | ||
| b559ace | To constantly have at your side a woman,an unmarried woman,a sister,a wonderful person who is there because you need her and because she can't do without you,to know that you are indispensable to the one you need, to be endlessly able to measure her affection by the amount of presence she grants you and to say to your self, "since she devotes all her time to me,that means i have her whole heart";to see her thoughts,if not her face,to weigh .. | Victor Hugo | ||
| 84fe997 | it is very easy to be kind; the difficulty lies in being just. | Victor Hugo | ||
| f17966c | The supreme happiness of life consists in the conviction that one is loved; loved for one's own sake--let us say rather, loved in spite of one's self; | Victor Hugo | ||
| 9153423 | True, I tore the drapery from the altar; but it was to dress the wounds of the country. | Victor Hugo | ||
| 20833ff | Having love means not losing the light.And what love!Love entirely pure.Blindness does not exist where there is certainty.The soul gropes for another soul-and finds it.And this soul found and tried and tested is a woman.A hand supports you,it is hers;lips brush your forehead,hers;you hear breathing right next to you,it is her breathing.To have all of her,from her devotion to her sympathy,never to be abandoned,to have that sweet frailty that.. | Victor Hugo |