Victor Hugo Quotes
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If suffer we must, let's suffer on the heights.
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To rove about, musing, that is to say loitering, is, for a philosopher, a good way of spending time.
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Desiring always to be in mourning, he clothed himself with night.
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A bird sings, a child prattles, but it is the same hymn; hymn indistinct, inarticulate, but full of profound meaning.
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Woe, alas, to those who have loved only bodies, forms, appearances! Death will rob them of everything. Try to love souls, you will find them again.
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Life is a theatre set in which there are but few practicable entrances.
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There is no vacuum in the human heart. Certain demolitions take place, and it is well that they do, but on condition that they are followed by reconstructions.
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You have enemies? Why, it is the story of every man who has done a great deed or created a new idea. It is the cloud which thunders around everything that shines. Fame must have enemies, as light must have gnats. Do no bother yourself about it; disdain. Keep your mind serene as you keep your life clear.
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We need those who pray constantly to compensate for those who do not pray at all.
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To introduce a new play only six weeks after another has been banned is also a way to speak one's piece to the government. It proves that art and liberty can grow back in one night under the clumsy foot which crushes them.
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The poor man shuddered, overflowed with an angelic joy; he declared in his transport that this would last through life; he said to himself that he really had not suffered enough to deserve such radiant happiness, and he thanked God, in the depths of his soul, for having permitted that he, a miserable man, should be so loved by this innocent being.
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This child whom we Love, Brings daylight Into our soul.
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M. Mabeuf’s political opinion was a passionate fondness for plants, and a still greater one for books. He had, like everybody else, his termination in ist, without which nobody could have lived in those times, but he was neither a royalist, nor a Bonapartist, nor a chartist, nor an Orleanist, nor an anarchist; he was an old-bookist.
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Nothing awakens reminiscence like an aroma.
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Out Milky Way is the dwelling; the nebulae are the city.
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A day will come when there will be no battlefields, but markets opening to commerce and minds opening to ideas.
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We are given up to those gods, those monsters, those giants, — our thoughts.
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The onward march of the human race requires that the heights around it constantly blaze with noble lessons of courage. Deeds of daring dazzle history and form one of man's guiding lights.
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God in his harmony has equal ends For cedar that resists and reed that bends; For good it is a woman sometimes rules, Holds in her hand the power, and manners, schools, And laws, and mind; succeeding master proud, With gentle voice and smiles she leads the crowd, The somber human troop.
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One cannot be a good historian of the outward, visible world without giving some thought to the hidden, private life of ordinary people; and on the other hand one cannot be a good historian of this inner life without taking into account outward events where these are relevant.
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The man is placed where the Earth ends, the woman, where the heaven starts.
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There are people who observe the rules of honor as one observes the stars, from a great distance.
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She worked in order to live, and presently fell in love, also in order to live, for the heart, too, has its hunger.
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To love or have loved, that is enough. Ask nothing further. There is no other pearl to be found in the dark folds of life.